Monday 15 August 2016

Cigarette Memories






Night sky burning with my vulnerabilities
I see my being rising up in flares
Slow at first
And then it sets ablaze
As I inhale 
Your words that meant a lot
And my naivety as an afterthought

The smoke of our moments inside my mouth
I clench them together
Till my eyes begin to sting
And mist begins to form in their crevice
As I try, I try
To imprison the hazy memories inside my lungs
They smolder me incapable
To breathe, to exist

A bond that ‘once’ was
Begins to seethe
And I choke on my gullibility
And your latent abilities

While I finally release you from me
Trailing behind is the ashen taste
Of bluntness that could nip associations

A bond that was envy of the town
Which now
Has slowly died a slow death

How I wish
Terminal worries too could be exhaled in thin air
Right there one moment
Becoming invisible the next one

A bond that was an intoxication
Left behind a bitter aftertaste
That scuffled with other senses
Blinding, effacing, burning
A ‘me’ a ‘you’ and maybe an ‘us’ too!

13 comments:

  1. Gripping...I could feel the pain of the protagonist.

    This will definitely impact 'passive smokers' as well, if you know what I mean :)

    Cheers,
    CRD

    Do drop by mine. I blog at www.scriptedinsanity.blogspot.in

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  2. ashen taste of bluntness... like that!

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  3. "Till my eyes begin to sting / And mist begins to form in their crevice" exquisite, deep and moving...

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  4. The metaphor of smoking and a relationships is so apt... many great turns in your poem.

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  5. I have known that intoxication and bitter aftertaste. You have described it well.

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  6. This certainly reminds me of what smokining was like, well done.

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  7. Wonderful metaphor... I think :)
    ZQ

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  8. "naivety as an afterthought" and "I choke on my gullibility" are two phrases of beauty that also imply guilt. I think there should be no guilt in this grief, none at all.

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  9. How beautifully descriptive this poem is. Let's hope that former affair does not haunt you later on and really hurt you.

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  10. Too bad in the ending but perhaps it's better that there is no "us" ~ Good to see you at OpenLinkNight ~

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