#smoke

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// Keyhole

They knock and knock
At my room's door;
I light up a cigarette 
Until smoke fills the room
And they aren't 
Knocking anymore.

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// Keyhole They knock and knock At my room's door; I light up a cigarette Until smoke fills the room And they aren't Knocking anymore. Although they have the Right address, But I am not the person They are looking for. Lighted up by darkness I stash the half written poem Under the ashtray; Which I started writing Since what seemed like Ages ago. Short of words, I decide To consume The half filled paper With the ashes Sooner than before; Waiting for the cigarette To burn out, Waiting to light one more. I sprinkled the ashes On the half filled paper Heavied, it fell on the floor. A light ray enters my room Through the keyhole Full of self consuming Smoke, Falls on the paper In which laid naked My half written poem Which fell heavied of ashes And was lying unaddressed On the floor. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sometimes in desperation to complete the seeming gap or void in our lives, we start treating people as cigarettes; burn them one after the other and try to fill the emptiness which is like a half written poem, waiting to be read. But that void instead of being filled, gets heavied and our life falls. What we all need is a keyhole, which would let the sunlight(people with positivity) pass into the closed rooms of our lives and can fill the blank pages. #yqbaba #cigarettes #keyhole #smoke #life

YESTERDAY AT 11:07