Burnt Cigarette And Revolt

Burnt Cigarette

In between the space of my fingers,

A cigarette was burning.

Burning away some memories,

A bit of pain,

Some hope, some time.

A little bit of fire was evident with every puff I take,

And took away the hope to live, around 5 minutes a stick.

Didn’t know why,

Just pulling one after another.

To destroy me? Out of habit? As nothing to do.

Ash fell down after the last puff.

Throwing it away, I came back inside my room

To write about my unsung villain,

That stayed with me — in the guise of a friend.

I picked up the pen

And I wrote

“Smoking is injurious to health.”

*

A letter of revolt

“Oh! Hidden feelings, oh beautiful.

You are strong and persistent,

Controlling me, like thoughts.

My actions, emotions, emoticons, presence,

Impacting everything on your way.

I guess I’m not in control anymore.

You act like Gods, turn my brain cells, up and down,

I act like your pawn.

You show me the way, I steer through it.

You blind me, you bind me — you little imaginary beings.

This is my revolt announcement.

Preserve your crown and throne,

If you can.”

Letter tore down and thrown into the fire.

‘Stupid human!’- Thoughts utter.

‘Who has driven you to write this poem then?’

(Initially published in Medium)