I have always watched from a distance

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

Has no wings
Just a few rings
In which you dissolve
And in you
The smoke is lost

I am left with the stub
At times half lit
Sometimes even good as a cigarette
Unreachable from my sky

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About Gauri Dixit

A software professional from Pune, India, Gauri is an avid reader and writes English poetry. Her poems have been published in multiple anthologies including 'Cloudburst - the womanly deluge' and 'athe Virtual Reality'. Her poems were featured in the Poet's Corner for the E-zine 'Mind Creative' published from Syndey Australia and Learning and Creativity e magazine.

11 thoughts on “Hoping

  1. suzette portes san jose

    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… 🙂

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