The Puff

Now I make a chimney from my lips, to bring it up
   and release it high up in the air.
Time to rendezvous with lighter world,
  to float on my abysmal,
  to laugh and cheer.
Unlace and rise,
  O thou! And smother my worries and fear,
  thy waves, prelude to lighter mind, free-standing dejection,
  leaving the squalid abode of broken, mourning souls.

I puff it and sip that, again and again,
  to please my heart with vista of plonking sun at horizon,
  to feel the temptations of dewy winter haze,
  to reminisce my beloved and sing no lament.

And heed to eloquence of silence,
  when pernicious does noble.
And that spinning world, Oh!
  And poor me, wants to stay there.
And what good of me will be remnant? ,
  when all bad not long be gone.

I can live for much not, but the last puff and sip.


Baleshwar Singh