Cigarette
i put you to my lips like i want to kiss you,
your smoke fills my mouth with ease,
like i had longed for a smoke filled mouth,
with every pull you make me feel happy,
you fit between my fingers without feel,
like a feather to die in a smoke,
you die with every pull and take seconds away from my life,
you kill me silently while you commit to death secretly,
you live as long as i don't kiss you,
you disappear in a smoke and take few minutes from my life,
i wonder if you deserved the attention? ,
are you an excuse for the tension? ,
my end would come eventually,
i would kiss no more eventually,
meaningless words which don't matter eventually,
for i am and remain a smoker candidly.
An interesting obsrevation indeed! Enjoyed the read. D
Romance with Cigarette [like Singer Suman’s ‘Tomake Chai’] …but here canvas is different and poet is symbolically writing ‘i would kiss no more eventually, ’…what ever happens in romance love …concludes, ‘for i am and remain a smoker candidly.’ Smelling Poet is having Freudian Slip [A slip-up that results from the operation of unconscious wishes or conflicts and can reveal unconscious processes in normal healthy individuals]…bubbling and surrealism of subconscious …nice diction…Rinki… thanks for sharing … Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
Time for my afternoon drag....smooth words you've written here. keep on, goldy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very well written poem.the long drags make the life short.liked it.