Every puff you breathe in is an ecstasy
Every puff you breathe out is the pain in your heart
Every pinch of ash you tap away is your sooted past
Every puff you breathe in is your sorrowEvery puff you breathe out is your happiness
Every pinch of ash you tap away is A MOMENT THAT YOU LIVED
Indeed smoking is an art
I was inspired to write this poem when I saw a healthy young man dressed so well that any woman would lay her eyes upon. And I was thinking of reasons why that gentleman would pay for something that can kill him and give him a painful death? Yes, suicidal. But the way he smoked made me feel he is painting a beautiful picture ,away from his schedules, away from his tasks ,he stands there in front of those petty shops dressed so neat. He definitely would have found solace in that 5 minutes. I didn't see him throwing the cigarette away nor tapping the ash I just saw a glimpse and my bus moved away.
Isn't this life ? A smoking man still smoking and a whole lot of chaos moving ,staying and revolving round him?
This is my first blog, I don't know who all would read this. Are there still people reading blogs? Its my best friend who persuaded me to blog, may be he liked the fact that I write and felt people should read and I should learn more from the people who are reading this.
