Preferably Unknown

The journey of thousand puff begins from a single match
If you don't go you won't know the answers your curious mind craves
Why they do what they do, someone like me and you?
Whole detour encapsulated in a lifespan, lifespan of that first cigarette
Light it to ease your brain, slow your heart with the smooth drags you'll inhale
Consuming and absorbing fumes of everything capable of seeing you dead
Do welcome the smoke garnished like an old lost friend
Make it comfortable and let it explore nurture and grow under the vicinity of your body
Broken and swallowed, desperate for tangible signs of faith
But can faith fathom the delicate moment of its own detachment?

With every breath you exhale you exhale something alive
Soon you'll fall in love, high in the fantasies of this beautiful exploit
The stick which doesn't converse, the victim which never asks or complain
What else you require in this bonding of master and slave
The killer kills you slowly but it kills himself first
It allows mask to burn, it punishes and sizzles
For you to cherish a false memory, for you to dwell in the abode of happy lies
One with purpose and truth, One with hope and ambitions
You'll never feel the pain, who else does that 
Sacrificing emotions to die without realizing it at first place
For someone nobody believes in, for someone neither he believed himself

Soon the optimistic limit of filter will reach, with no more to give saint will be dressed
Bend to knees in your slaughter house dressed as a sacrificial lamb
Hurry up abuse and threw it away, threw and pretend you never met
Crush on the coax ground shamed and blamed, swapped with a feeling called regret
Tobacco another discovery of ignorance Don't judge my nicotine with prejudice of lonely and wicked
I was alone and so were you, just an autumn trying to fill the blanks spring left
What have I done to be pronounced wrong, just a comforter of deserted and dejected
We all need something to distract us from the complexity of reality
Exploring bonding to bondage, I understand you are angry. I used to be very angry too

Abandoned on roads tarnished on the graveyard of ashtrays
Patiently waiting for you to return on another road on another dark day
Being another cigarette measured with the value of twelve rupee coins
An object with price, deprived of every possible chance to be free and smile
Let's move on, let's proceed and let's end the rhyme
With candies sweet enough to demolish it's remaining presence
It never was and it'll never be
Pain be gone now, you'll have no more of me

Under the sole of your most possessed shoe it'll lay, for once and forever
Preferably Unknown from all the answers you came to get
Preferably Unknown, shivering to realize the end of known has came

By - Kshitij Sinha
1/10/2017

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