Crimson Smoke Poem by OwnurRehman Sheikh

When it bleeds, tear travels through my skin.
Smoke gathers pain, suffering becomes thin.
I bow to love knowing, I once a fool.
Reveals my self just like a broken tool.

Coal dies for the sake of my crimson heart.
Inhailing this poision making an easy apart.
It takes my sorrow and helps me to stand.
vanishes my hunger of love, making it sand.

It scratches my throat to fullfill the pain.
slashes my ego and faints my selfish gain.
Blood boils in twinkle way to make it glow.
I regret of my mistakes that i had to show.

Death travels faster when it comes to me.
Patience becomes strong when I bow to knee.
Playing with life is an evil's way to live.
But hurting me is the only love they can give.

Sitting in darkness, catching the flame.
Hearing the anger and killing this shame.
Cold i have become, darkness is in my eye.
Hatred becomes my will, love have to die.

I open my eyes to watch this mortal life.
Playing game of death with a smoke's knife.
Peace once I seek in the fear of war.
Soul now burns with the tear of cigar.

Breathing with cigret, Emotion becomes smoke.
I begins to fall thinking Past was a joke.
In the end, My world becomes a tray of ash.
Sorrow, fear and pain leaving in a flash.