The Puff

Feel the thought, not the puff.

In the rocker I swing, 

puffing a coffin nail, 

pet closely sitting,

wagging his bewitching tail.

aura is hazy,

sensation is bold.

cig spark getting closer,

put time on hold.

Thoughts becoming dizzy,

crawling like snail.

lungs are puffed up,

fingers getting frail.

Its the last puff

and I am dreaming.

so strong was the stuff,

made me frea-king.

Reviews

[Samrat Rudra]

A puffy thought. The thought made me think what a fear could be.

[Anuj kaushik]

your comment says a lot about the poem. I couldn't think of a better review other than yours. Thanks