Sunday, July 3, 2011

Cheap Thrills

I smoked the noise away,
Softly at first,
Then a few quick drags,
Heady, the twirling smoke,
Slowly running up my neck...
For much less I have sold my soul,
I won’t haggle now,
Lungs enjoy the tobacco,
The throat coughs in disgust,
Close to my lips,
The cigarette gently burns.

6 comments:

Sairam said...

nice poem. I enjoyed the closing lines
Close to my lips,
The cigarette gently burns.

Someone is Special said...

"the finishing touch", you are an expert in finishing poems..

Someone is Special

R-A-J said...

Hey Dollz, do u hv a non poem blog also? Would really luv 2 read ur work outside ur poems (besides ur book :))

Rachit said...

Wasn't that supposed to be anti-smoking, yet loved the flow. :)


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tarunima said...

i enjoyed the word flow,lovely imagery:)

Ismita Tandon said...

@Sairam...thank you,I bet you ahve lit many, hence the appreciation :)

@SISpl, and your expert comments :)

@Hey Raj,well this may sound strange but i really don't have an opinion on any thing most days and poetry is all that flows :)thank you so much for asking though.

@Rachit...yup am totally anti-smoking but haven't you noticed how vices just creep upon us ;)

@Traunima, much like how the smoke travels :) thank you!

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