Just One Puff, But I Got Hooked.

So much I wished when I was young. 

I hadn't regarded smoking as harmless as fun. 

I remember well how I felt so grand, 

To act like a man with a smoke in my hand. 

What sorrows for me could a tobacco bring?

This was just a childhood thing. 

Smoking cigarette puffs one after the other to inhale the toxic air more and more because I want to down my sadness by smoking away the pain. We all get addicted to something that takes away pain. Till I feel free in my mind and you know we inhale the very thing that kills us, just so we can feel more ALIVE. 

With every puff that I take I burn away something maybe some of my internal strife and some of the conflicts with others or anything that bothers me. I calm down with a every blow of smoke. 

Cigarette told me, "Today you are crushing me, who knows tomorrow you will be buried in this mother land." How can something so bad feel so good? I smoke your name like cigarette rolled in the leaves of my diary. I inhale roughness that your smooth and silky aroma carries, then the smoke escapes the spelling every letter of your name one by one. 

But I'm afraid that one day with a cough the last syllable of your name would fall out of the smoke putting an end. 

Trapped between

My cosy lips

burns the 'One and only'

with filter tip.

Sedating the lust

so smooth and fine

Where I begun?

Oh! forgot the lines.

It is the potion

running in my veins

companion of mood

and writhing vain.

I'm grateful to you

For caring me

Started at young

Though quite early.

My lungs cough

Must be yours foe

why don't you finish

In just one go?

Palms with sweat

The heart beats so fast

want to sleep early

And not to be the last.

you can't leave me

Am obsessed with you

Just there between (lips)

till get one new.

         ~ Debi Prasad Das