Everytime I light up,
I think about us.
The fire, our passion,
The length, our relationship,
The smoke, your departure,
The aftertaste, my pain.
Yet, tell me, why is it that I
Light up again and again?

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होठों पर रख कर
सिगरेट जलाने की क्रिया
अपने होठों पर
तुम्हारे होठों की छुअन
की हर स्मृति को
मुखाग्नि देने की क्रिया
के समान है।

- सुप्रिया मिश्रा

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हमारे मज़हब में शराब हराम है इसलिए,
हर रोज़ मैं तेरी नज़रों से नशा करती हूं..!

ہمارے مزہب میں شراب حرام ہے اسلئے
ہر روز ہم تیری نظروں سے نشہ کرتے ہیں

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No Woman's Land
A Short Story

Earlier, titled as
"Smoker & His Shadow"

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OPEN
YOUR
HEART
&
Let
ME
Inside
iT

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Lit up a rolled cigarette,
Inhale the smoke and turn
your stress into ashes,
Exhale the smoke and you
will feel your demons floating
in the clouds,
The first puff will choke you,
And the second puff will make
you feel like you will survive
no more,
But the third puff will comfort
you like no tomorrows,
And you will get used to it with
a throat full of scratches and
the years on your earth will
get decreased with every puff
you inhale,
And still you will never stop
cause you think it's worth to
die for a cigarette than to live
for a person whom you can
never have again...!!!

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Smoke rises from the palms
Of my burnt, wounded hands,
As raindrops kiss the skin,
Rising up, forming foggy clouds,
Greying the burning bright blues.

Had I not plucked those stars,
From the sleepless night skies,
Hiding them inside my chest,
How would have I gifted you,
These salt and pepper skies!

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चूमकर होंठ तेरे मैं सीने से लग जाऊं
आ पास मेरे बस अब दूरियां मिटाऊं!

दिल की कसक को क्या समझाऊं
चूमती रहूं तुझे या शायरियां बनाऊं..!

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He held her waist and gently kissed.
She was burning with desire.
His lips dragged her vigorously,
while she melted into fire.
His undying love for her,
burnt her into smoke, everyday.
Little did he know, death was on his way.

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