Blue Room

Blue Room

Smoke and mirrors
Summertime’s at an end
In this blue room with your pictures
My cold eyes stare and wait

Is this your perfume
Or is this your face?
A blue room with your pictures
And an ocean of regret

A mix of rhythms
The tune is blowing down
A blue room with your pictures
And a young man blowing

Where do you go to my lovely
When the night comes to an end?
A blue room and pictures
Are all that remains.

- Bibek Bhattacharya

21.08.2006