I have always watched from a distance
Hoping
Hoping that one day
Someone will blow
A little smoke
Towards me
I will inhale
A little will be enough
For me
To lose myself
In the hope
And the hope has been my dope
All this while
Keeping me high
Higher than the sky
I float
Hoping for a little smoke
Smoke
Has no wings
Just a few rings
In which you dissolve
And in you
The smoke is lost
I am left with the stub
Cold
At times half lit
Sometimes even good as a cigarette
Unreachable from my sky
High
Rhythmic, dancing words.
Thank you Lizzy
An engaging and elegantly woven poetic divertissement that navigates deeper existential relationships with aplomb.
Thank you Louis for the encouraging feedback
hope is always a spirit high… a glow in the sky… unreachable, only for eyes to sigh
hope sometimes remain… in dreams without refrain…hope to fall in blessings with the rain…
best woven dear Gauri… 🙂
Thank you dear Suzette
Thank you dear Suzette 🙂
A wonderful poem with such apt images to convey its thematic concerns.
Thank you Vijay sir 🙂
Delightfully pared down words convey the idea of hope metaphorically.
Thank you Madhumaty 🙂