Her Burning Stick

The stick burned still on its stand,
the smoke danced in her angst pattern.
Her eyes drooled to its end
Her lashes reminds of what she yearned.

The lit end showed her past,
the fire that once burnt in her heart.
Of people came uninvited
and some she welcomed past.

Of ones she remembered walking in the rain,
of ones she thought would walk
Of ones she drank coffee till the end
Of ones she left half cup.

Her sight blurred by the dancing smoke
Afraid she won't take in.
The cigarette still burns on
She reminded herself she had quit.

Quit her agony inhaling the smoke,
quit her pain exhaling the same.
Quit her wishes holding the chain
Of people around never earned.

She had a good life she thought,
A short one yet a wonderful one
A last cigar wouldn't hurt her soul
But still deep within she'd always want
at her side someone to give love.

And how she wished she did never walk away,
Of times she smiled subtly
played him and walked hand in hand
And then said goodbye gently.

Then today, It would have been a different day,
It wouldn't have been the smoke
nor the fire bitten stick
And she not amidst the smoke,
As always she longed in his laps
But Of the one,
The sole one who loved her back.

Thoughtless Words...

I hope to have justice with words,
Lest I should get lost in midst of the fog again.
I hope to have peace with me,
Lest I should fall in love again.

Not far from here,
I drenched myself in rain once.
And now from this distance,
Its only rain, yet I stand tall dry.

Once when I knew,
I had this game in my pocket,
And before the game even begun,
I knew this wasn’t a game, but my life on the bet.

Yet I took the dice,
And threw the roll
The jackpot never stroke,
But still I gambled galore.

Not was it greed that blinded me,
Neither lust nor loss did make me.
I guess its just her I sought
And none other shall complete me.

And they said I’m hopelessly in love,
And yet they said it can also end up on yet another cup
Filled to brim to the dregs that remained.
Thinking oh wat great coffee it was,
Yet the real taste of it laid in the person in front.

And if it has to be the way of the dregs,
A book, one cigarette would have been a loyal friend.
But wat I sought in her eyes
Might everybody missed,
But I knew without her my life is amiss!!!