Cigarette

Rajarshi Guha Roy

Cigarette

It’s been almost a week now,
And I am living mostly on
Cigarettes, dreams and You.
Cooped up in my little dark room
Hidden from the world by my own wishes,
I love to get lost in the labyrinth
Of my own constructed unreality.

I am doing very little,
Except exhaling carbon dioxide
In the air and taking in nicotine.
Smokes of illusion or illusion of smokes,
I dream of visions and gift myself a hoax.
I wouldn’t have known whether it’s day or night
But for the clumsy clock that shows AM/PM
So punctually. I plan to break it to pieces now.

Basically, I dream of you.
Am I a cigarette in between your fingers?
Your long and tender fingeCigarette

It’s been almost a week now,
And I am living mostly on
Cigarettes, dreams and You.
Cooped up in my little dark room
Hidden from the world by my own wishes,
I love to get lost in the labyrinth
Of my own constructed unreality.

I am doing very little,
Except exhaling carbon dioxide
In the air and taking in nicotine.
Smokes of illusion or illusion of smokes,
I dream of visions and gift myself a hoax.
I wouldn’t have known whether it’s day or night
But for the clumsy clock that shows AM/PM
So punctually. I plan to break it to pieces now.

Basically, I dream of you.
Am I a cigarette in between your fingers?
Your long and tender fingers?
I think I am on fire
You are smoking me.
Blowing out my existence through
Your soft and red lips.
And will you burn my dreams to ashes
And extinguish my soul like a cigarette butt
In the ashtray of your desire?

I have got no nicotine to poison you.
But like smokes of illusion and smokes of delusion,
I will disappear and reside in the
Back of your memory,
Like the faint remembrance of a half-smoked cigarette
That you had to extinguish
Because someone else knocked at the door.rs?
I think I am on fire
You are smoking me.
Blowing out my existence through
Your soft and red lips.
And will you burn my dreams to ashes
And extinguish my soul like a cigarette butt
In the ashtray of your desire?

I have got no nicotine to poison you.
But like smokes of illusion and smokes of delusion,
I will disappear and reside in the
Back of your memory,
Like the faint remembrance of a half-smoked cigarette
That you had to extinguish
Because someone else knocked at the door.

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