Are you the same person you pretended to be?
When we first met,
in a hoard full of strangers,
under clouds of uncertainty,
breathing the air of mystery,
taking in the warmth of the half hidden smiles.
Or did you pretend at all?
You were sane then,
through crazily in love
but sane, senile
and living.
Are we the same?
Not anymore.
You seem to be lost,
in the haze of smoke,
that your doubts so release.
Why do you lose yourself,
in the ten grams of smoking bliss?
Don't you see,
That heaven is right here, in actuality,
in reality, in sadness,
the heaven is here.
Why do you lose yourself,
in the ten grams of smoking bliss?
Don't you feel the life amiss?
Ah! You think you're happy now,
if only, I sigh!
You're numb,
from the care,
from sadness,
from reality,
from heaven.
And you believe happiness lies there.
How sad has the world come to be,
how sad!
Good one.
ReplyDeleteHey, Hi
ReplyDeleteOn reading the title my heart said, "Beta, padh mat...pachtayega..."
After reading, i feel like a guilty child...and my heart is saying, "Bola tha tennu, mat padh!!"
beautifully woven emotions...
Though i would pretend that this page does not exist... :P
Regards,
The Silhouette...
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ReplyDeleteAww.. pretty well expressed...
ReplyDeleteStrangely I also did a post around the smoke today :)
blog connections.. hehe
aJ
Why would we allow ourselves to be engulfed in the treacherous smoke that only intends to drain life out with it? Yes, there are ways to battle things out when they aren't right, but we are too accustomed live easy.
ReplyDeleteNice read.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
simply 'wow!' i loved it!
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