The Coffee House

It's not the fog or dense mist
Which has just filled up this coffee house;
the Second floor and the First;
And around the table where I am sitting...

Indian Coffee House at College Street;
A favorite place to many!

It's not the fog or dense mist
which engulfed my all presence, my existence;
It's the sound,
Like the sound of a waterfall;

This sound spreads to all corners
This sound creates an encrypted language
In the room, on the floor and on the ceiling.

This sound and this language;
I try to decode.

Kolkata, W.B.