Smoke – Ashish Nandwani, Chandigarh


I seek the stimulation of my nerves…

In order to bear with the scrutiny of the world

I mark a target everyday…

To make my place on this damn earth…

I indulge myself in that intoxication..

Of a puff of smoke

And some teary eyed dreams….

Cinders of my breath,

Hold that marks to ambition,

I strain myself to success,

Leaving the flight of pleasure and


Amidst that short spell,

Flowing out with those snivels,

I never tried to get above the surface,

Yet the surface beckons me above…

I tested that endurance..

That feeling is inexplicable…

I implore the mercy of success…

And what’s left behind me.

Is a plethora of thoughts.



And my mind then becomes..

a palimpsest..

I booze my own anger,

I suspecct to move ahead,

In the wee hours,

Blown and dispossessed,

I set myself free……

Scorching my ears,

These shadows nearing to bundle,

Scare with my flings,

I comprehend , not to wait on….

But to move on…

With that desire..

That passion..the fervour…

To create and Create…

I drown myself into the embrace…

A cascade of unfulfilled aspirations…

And some pages written and locked

In that Closet…

That backdoor, That closet,

An abstract view of life,

Craved and ruled.

Where to land?

It grips me and nuzzles,

…That journey was subtle,

Those lessons never got soaked,

Stumped i am, The end,

The deadlines ,


The Designs to defend..

To break but not to bend…

To prove the might and mettle of my soul

Striving for sleep..

Yet the slumber deprives me of its lullaby…

…I run here and there

To ask myself…

Stopping by the mirror ..i looked that face

Is is really me is the question i put forth…

The mirror lies to me…

and i move close…


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