Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Boodha Lament



A cigarette burns, deep and slow
In the night its embers glow
Smooth fumes aggregate
And my body – they enervate
But little does the cigarette know
That its life is about to go
Burnt and thrashed to the ground
Squished mercilessly without a sound
Dying embers cry away
Turning to a morbid gray.

The skies begin to weep again
Cold waters flood the drains
Now it lies in a puddle – vanquished
A life worthwhile, now dismissed.


5 comments:

  1. Now whithered the cigarette lays,
    the morbid gray too, melting away,
    seemingly regretting that sweet release,
    even death by those lips, was underplayed!

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  2. In the night its embers glow
    smoking the joy,the sorrow flows
    this bitch doesnt ditch you
    the stick sticks till the sweet release

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