Your memories
pass through
the smoke rings
of my mind,
like the silken threads
of a pashmina shawl,
warm and timeless,
insulating me
from the storms
that tomorrow's
clouds bring.

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I inhale
the leftover
smoke rings
of our vapourised ardour,
only to witness
its eager condensate
escape through
the porous dermis
of our unflanged coupling.

Guess 'we'
shall remain
at unrest
as 'you & me' .

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My cigarette
glows
like a hungry firefly,
a truncated
milky way
of vapourised memories,
albeit with
an orange blossom end,
which I reluctantly exhale,
taking care
not to tip the ash,
lest I spill
the smouldering secrets
of the past untold.

The smoke rings still
seduce me.

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I stand,
a bit unsteady,
swaying & restless
in the shadows
of your reminisces,
gazing through
elliptical smoke rings
of our past,
my mind
wringing out
the stubborn moisture
from the clothesline
of fading ardour.

It's not pretty.

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The smoke rings
of my misspent youth,
indefinite in their shape,
never a perfect circle,
almost as if the vapours
couldn't take a decision,
on the route or destination.

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Sometimes thoughts like that of a wedding ring just turns to smoke ring and disappear.

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मैने अपनी जिंदगी का
कुछ हिस्सा जलाया था
थोड़ी देर पहले..।
पर लोगो को सिर्फ सिगरेट नजर आई..!
🥃🚬😊

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The smoke rings
of my youth
noose me
with memories
of their shortlived
lifespan
and the immortality
of promises
unkept by time.

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Just like the smoke rings..
I smoke out the desire of love..
Also..
In the thin air...
It's too dangerous for heart..

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SMOKE RINGS

She was always excited to see smoke rings.
Was a cold shivering eve, on that cliff he was searching for his cigarette lamp .
She pulled, one out of her jacket .
He smiled ,she blushed.
Lighted his cigarette, made his first puff , only for her eyes , along the cold breeze he blowed smoke rings.
On that cliff they made a sweet memory!

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