On the Dockyard I Smoke

Disclaimer: I don’t smoke and have never smoked till this date. I dislike smoking, and urge you to quit smoking, if you smoke. Smoking has been used as a metaphor for deep sigh one takes during repentance.

In the evening, I sit on the dock,
My body stiff just like a rock,
My thoughts are not running wild,
The breeze is gentle, the heat is mild.

The cigarette burns with an orange hue,
Just like the sky after the sunrays are few.
My palms are tattooed in dot pen ink,
The sunrays on the other side sink.

The river is flowing just like life,
I sit beside it smoking, in me a strife,
The smoke flies, merges with the stars,
The cigarette now glows red like the Mars.

The darkness has come over the water and land,
I let my moments go counting sand,
My chest feels heavy with the toxic smokes,
Yet, my heart on my memories chokes.

The memories like waves grow,
There goes flying the tired dark crow,
The dock yard is empty now like my head,
And about the cigarette, I’ve already said.

6 Comments Add yours

  1. ltsdo says:

    i nominated u to the ideal inspirational blogger award.

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Rejoy Dey says:

      Thank you Itsdo. Do mention your comments on this poem.

      Liked by 2 people

    1. Rejoy Dey says:

      Thank you very much 😊.


  2. Anupriya says:

    Poems of love, poems of life, poems are written all the time.

    Bound of strings that hold together your heart, poems pick you up when you’re broken apart.

    And poems are all pretty but simple too, are a few.
    Guess what I really want to say is “Thank you”.

    For unintentionally and unknowingly pushing away,
    Everything that has been keeping me grey,
    Because of not having any words to say.


    A heart touching poem, Rejoy. Quite inspirational for someone going through a writer’s block. Keep up thr good content.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Rejoy Dey says:

      Thank you so much for your poetic appreciation. But why you thanked me, is unknown to me. Your comment made my day. So, I am currently experimenting with smoking, as you might have observed. Writing poems is an awesome work. Also, this lockdown has been very beautiful for me. Hope it’s the same for you.
      Rebel Jaguar

      Liked by 1 person

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