Some More Cigarettes Please. . .

Laying in pain, on the corners of Road,
Without any serious sense of shyness,

 

Also sitting sometimes near the balcony,

Thinking about You, And The Fate.




With this white smoke all around my face,
 And  A Cigarette in my hand,
And even many more packets of cigarettes,
 with a lighter to put fire.

Closing my eyes , and taking the smoke inside my body,

Mixing it with my respiratory organs and destroying them ,

With my eyes filled with tears and all colored in red.




Smoking it like we breathe for living ,
Craving for it like kids do for food.

But Loosing Hopes of  Living a life.

Ignoring the Dangers involved in it, 
As every next choke of smoke gives some artificial goodness,
 with lots and lots of worries.
Everything seems disappearing slowly.

I know It's like a self destruction.
I know there is nothing like heroism in it.
I know it's not good for health,
Yes of course It's not magical.
It is not a healer not even a pain killer.
It's just that I am terribly addicted to it,
It will kill me someday,
May be with more pain than what I have now,
It may be unbearable for me then,
But still I want some more..
Some More Cigarettes Please.

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**Fictional & And I Don’t Smoke.

 

**Smoking is Injurious to Health.

Option / choice.

I wish I could have stopped her , a bit more,

I tried my best,

but she had priorities,…

And many more reasons to leave.

I wanted her to stay ,

Sit and talk more About she and me.

But she went as she felt going is a better option,.

Then talking to me.

Or she may have better things to do than talking to me.

I felt like ,

I am an option,

not a choice

Not a serious aspect,

Just a time pass Material!!

Who has been played,

And left after sometime.