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Moments
Eyes smarting with cigarette smoke
Wisping up to the grey ceiling
Night has descended ,the moon playing outdoors
Reality show on the telly - colourful minutes
Airborne--- from tiny tinsel box
Craving for more--- the starved viewer
Starved for happy , peaceful moments
Was it addiction which glued him ?
Glued him to the make-believe wonderland
The daily newspaper lay abandoned
on the centre table half read
But he isn't relaxed - his mind is at his work-desk
The pretty wall sceneries mocked....
Shrouded in a cotton sheet head to toe
Sprawled on a "khatia" in the open courtyard
A twin cell transistor radio streaming popular music
Eyes closed revelling in quiet harmony
Not much to look forward to
No deadlines to meet- no boss to please..
No fresh updates on Economics and Business Gurus
Share prices ,stocks,Real Estate........
or.. the latest model of a cellphone....
It is high time the cityman made up his mind
To quit now itself from the chains or never !
©bishu
Author's Notes/Comments:
More words recycled from garbage bin.. stinking of tar and tobacco.BTW one lac = 100,000 "khatia" = rope netted over a thick wooden frame.When a person lies on it it sags like a hammock 
Yes...hypnotized I would say,
Yes...hypnotized I would say, more than addicted.
......nice write, bishu.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
The nicotine from the fag smoke I guess
The nicotine from the fag smoke I guess.Statutory Warning "Smoking Kills"
©bishu
Now that is an addiction.
Now that is an addiction. (Although contrary to popular belief, not all addictions kill. Some can be stepping stones if the brain works ;-)
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Ah !! the small pleasures of Life.......
Ah !! the small puffy pleasures of Life.......
©bishu