FiRsT sMoKE oF tHe yEaR...

Hellozzzzzz once again.. So..... I am back with yet another poem of mine... And the story behind it is really special. Though its name is First smoke of the year, first of all it was not written on the 1st of jan or so.... And this poem was written on the 14th February 2006, that means in the times when I used to smoke. And it was me, remembering the start of the year and the night.. Lets go on with the poem:-

FIRST SMOKE OF THE YEAR

That was the first night of the fame,

And I greeted it with,

a part of tear, a part of rain.....

I just didn't think of the loss or gain,

And I reburnt my soul with,

a part of smoke, a part of flame.....

Paranoid of sadness kept hitting me again and again,

And I lie buried under it with,

a part of grave, a part of sand.....

Life challanged me everytime to be in the frame,

And I kept losing in it with,

a part of time, a part of game.....

Regards,

Ambar