Your reminiscence is like the nicotine of this Cigarette. Slowly and Steadily it is dissolving in my veins. The red flare take its colour from the unburnt charcoal of your love, left in the brazier of my heart. My 2nd puff turns its glare to yellow with its fumes that makes the shadow of Promises which you failed to redeem. The 3rd Puff is the most intricate one, as the flame turns Orange reaching its band, I inhaled the stench of your infidelity. My last puff makes its blaze to get shimmer which is the affirmation with myself, That I will forget you but then again I see your face in the haze of smoke.

- Bonny Bhagat