Abyss In Life

Brilliant stars over the dark canopy,

And brisk breeze were not enough to electrify,

Something more potent was to be challenged.

9 lambent glasses on the dark brushy floor,

Luscious rum with those fizzing sodas,

A packet full of cigarettes and an aim box,

With some nuts,

And then we were ready to claim that "We have balls !".

Peers hooting, "We are all set to start"

It was my debut, where boost was on air

And swag was on fire.

Bottoms Up! was an honor.

"Damn bro! you are on 4th"

Amaze, was the crowd.

Showtime to clepe for some claps,

The cigarette was on loop.

I paused with my instincts,

Those facebook timeline feeds on oral cancer

Were busting my brain,

Slaying my life to death.

But a pat on my thigh,

With that reliance in his voice

Buoyed up me to be a boy by smoking it to my lungs.

A cough but lately it went smooth.

Lighting one on a day,

Was just a matter of hay.

Soon it got multiplied

Switching from an aim box to a lighter,

Ashes all over the floor with filters,

Silver wrappers and ashtray

Were its certificate.

How large it grew, the first puff

                Until I could board it to my 30,

a raft drifting out into my messy life.

                After an age of 29 years,

the great cancer never recognized my life.

                After lunch I rarely smoked another;

Lying on that hospital bed, measure the abyss in life

                With syringes puncturing my veins,

Machines counting my pulse rate,

                Ventilators letting me to breathe,

And pacemaker retaining my heart to pump.

God I was dying.

                Without a body, life collection couldn't precede

Recollection: recollect fair lips that

                would skillfully swirl of its quick tip,

To blow a kiss and a pair of lungs to smoke.

                Smoke: I would have smoked strawberry candies

Rather than those dead leaves.

I'm no longer a man,

                I would have said it to my reflection before.

What kind of noxious it was?