The Man Who Loved Smoking


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Pic credit: Carl Rolfe Visual Artist

The Man Who Loved Smoking

“Cigarette?”

“Anyone?”

As he briskly shut his eyes

For the last time,

He offered everyone around

A piece of cancer named ‘Light’.

*

No… no, no

He didn’t die

Due to the excessive smoking.

In fact,

He was on the brink of breaking a record

Of finishing the highest numbers of cigarettes in a day

It was the ‘anxiety-disorder enabled’ cardiac arrest

Which took his life

For good, least to say.

Probably, the amount of smoke-ashes stored in his lung

Might have something to do with his death.

But the lesser we know,

It was his miscalculation in a relationship

And the compatibility issue with his business

That gave him the fear of losing everything.

You see,

There was a slight misplacement

Of two words he did during his tenure.

That means

He often craved for love

From his high-profile clients

And always expected his girlfriend

To deliver the right thing at the right time!

*

But with cigarettes,

He was completely a different man.

After waking up,

While sitting on the commode,

After washing his face,

At breakfast table,

When leaving to work,

Four times a day in the smoking zone,

When furious with his employees,

Can’t miss it in the delight,

To accompany the alcohol and booze,

During the doodle time with his kids,

Sorry!

He… didn’t have any kids.

To avoid obsessive thoughts,

In the depression,

After the futile argument,

Just before the dinner time,

And the last cigarette (of the day) for a sound sleep

Oh, there is one after midnight

When he can’t sleep!

It was hard to distinguish him from cigarette

But the one thing

They both did believe wholeheartedly,

“Smoking is injurious to health”

This is the second poem in the series of this year’s NaPoWriMo challenge. This will be my first slam poetry. It will sound good when I perform it. So, get ready for a YouTube video which I soon to be posting here.

Today’s song is Smokey Joe’s La La. Listen to it for a good 3 minutes.

Please read this poem without a blink and a thought. Feel free to comment, like and share.

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For The Almighty’s Amusement!


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Dramatized by

What you perceived

Still careless to talk about

How it actually leaped

*

Maybe the society, the world

The tension, the enunciation of true nature

Are hypnotized

By the mystical sense of God’s Humour!

24th poem of NaPoWriMo 2016 series!

If you have any thought in your mind for this poetry share it on the comment section.

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How Maniac Is Your Brain!


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Pic Credit: Naoto Hattori

“Tip, A Drop, the sound

Yurekaaaaa, did you hear that?”

Knock knock,

Are you there, yet?

*

Oh please Ear, stop interrupting;

I am working on adding videos from subconscious,

But to satisfy your curiosity, yes, it was water

Now, can I be any more serious?

*

Oh human body, boasting my many of qualities,

I may misguide your life on various occasions;

But believe me, I am as busy as hundred robots

To feed more info, to push limits, to find answers!

*

Oh of course, you take a nap

And assume that I let go as you sleep,

But to break the reality onto you,

At that time, I push your imagination to highest steep!

*

Well, I don’t think you will understand this

For future reference, I will save this lecture;

Now, let me get back to work

So you can do routine task as per my order!

This is 11th poem on the 11th day of NaPoWriMo Challenge.

We all need to realize that our brain has to alter and work on so many tasks at the same time. How powerful it is! What is your opinion on this? Tell in the comment section.

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