The first time I smoked,
Aishwarya
I felt burning insides,
The bitter taste I liked,
As I break something of a child,
As I took my first drag,
Smoke filled my thoughts and emptiness cracked,
Growing up in a split second,
As if that very moment my childhood was dead,
With every puff the guilt faded,
And strong became the desires most dreaded,
The moment between decision and denial,
I let something stronger take my voice as I nodded yes with an unknown smile,
I never knew a cigarette could change things,
I never knew I would feel this lost,
As I drown in oblivion of this new city and the darkness sings,
An invisible wall exists between me and my soul as some lines I erased and some I crossed!
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