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Curled in ring finger shape.

Remembering distant past.

Igniting emotions.




Paradise is a faraway place.

Harm done to body molecules.


Sensual gratification.

Slow enjoyment.

Silly banter.

Bond of friendship.

We call it, fag.

Solitary moments.

Forgetting worries of the day.

Friend or foe.

Stench of butt lying idle.

Odor hated by folks.

Dependence for many.

Lips stroking the cigarette.

Enjoying every single moment.

Perfume reaching the nostril.

Puffing in and out.

Turned into ashes.

Kick the butt,

they tell!

Ecstatic orgasm,

to the mind and soul.

Vanquishing in the air,

disappearing into silly nothing.









Work-in-progress, seeker and bundle of contradictions. Stubborn and Refusal to grow up and constantly in search of myself, I blurt it out on my space. Drop in and share some love. Indian by choice.

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