I smoke in the shadows....
Ducking from the world.....
Afraid of being spotted while i vie fer that elusive puff,
Fer the world knows not the reason or the high that comes wit it....
Queer they may find it shooting questions at very puff.....
While i stand in silence ,
quenching da urge...
Always there in gud n bad.......
High n low....
My most faithful companion,
My inseparable friend.....
It kills softly they say.....
But no1 lives forever then y the fuss....?
Pensive n leisurely i puff away....
Not givin a damn bout what the world has to say,
Not bothered bout what the day has in store fer me.
My 5 mins of solace,
5 mins of peace,
Thinking of nothing but that last drag with ease.
A flight of stairs n i pant.....
a small jog n i quiver,
It is all the doing of the devil in a white case.
Eating away at me from the inside as much as i have relied on it.....
Building a bond so strong i feel we r almost married.
My weakness,n my strength both it is.......
Proud it must be fer ashamed i'll always be.
It dictates my schedule ,
Rules over it,no matter how hard i try,
a place fer it will always be.
If only i cud have the same craving fer success,
No less then a millionaire i wud be.
Money ,Time n effort all i've spent pursuing this beauty ,
if only i cud realise how sinfully seductive she cud be.
Still i smoke....Still i cherish,
a vice nevertheless,it still is as beloved as a wife no less.
Trying to quit,
is a joke.......
B'coz without it i have nothing,nothing to do..........
So in the pursuit of killing time i smoke,killing myself softly......penning these horrendous words.....
