That's the smoke

I am sad today, At my miserable mood actually. I don?t know why people like smoking....May they also share some miserable moments or May be they like the bitter tang on their tongues, May be the searing down and up on their throat, may be they like the dramatic mock coughing from strangers, may be the cold winter winds on their parched lips or sneaking out at midnight, may be they like brushing their teeth and changing their shirts to hide the scent or may be the negative advertising campaigns or maybe THEY JUST LIKE THE BURN.


I like smoking as its far better then crying.... this is coming from a person who doesn't smoke...


I have to say life is like a cigarette...Sweet in the beginning malignant at the end or you may call it bitter...But that's not all... On one end of a cigarette; A flame... The other... An Idiot... But i guess we are all idiots aren't we? Millions of people smoke... So there must be flames... Flames adjacent to us... And they're getting closer to us.. Burning isn't pleasant... But it's the end.... EVEN THE FLOWERS WITHER AS A CIGERRETE BURNS... Seriously, that's the smoke that licks our cheek, seeping down our collar to the flesh below... It has its claws in us somewhere, deep in our mind. That's the smoke... Caress with a silky taint; that kiss of death, THAT?S THE SMOKE.


by Ubaid Ullah Ahmed