Friday, 9 August 2013


White gold brunette of tobacco
Slim reel coating of paper
It arouses and purges every emotion
Flows through each channel of artery
Like a roller coaster ride
Alter body’s purity to mound of tar
Evokes desire to become smoke in life
Rising high, high and high
Breaking all barriers in way
But as reel burns in air
Revealing reality of survival
To fall on ground and get lost in soiled earth
It’s your choice to be smoke or ashes
In this cigarettes life!!!
-Pooja Sanandia