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.


25 JUN AT 23:08

“चिलम को पता है अंगारों से आशिकी का अंजाम,
दिल में धुआं और दामन में बस राख ही रह जाएगी।।


25 JUN AT 18:24

 “I think people need to be educated to the fact that marijuana is not a drug. Marijuana is an herb and a flower. God put it here. If He put it here and He wants it to grow, what gives the government the right to say that God is wrong?”


25 JUN AT 18:02