I am Still Thinking About Her

I have worked hard,The day is about to end,And so is the night.The winds have stopped,The rains are gone,I sit here thoughtlessly,Smoking a half burnt,Yet flavorful, cigarette,I am coughing,The smoke is to blame.Yet,I smoke.Addiction is addicted to me.It won’t harm me,The smoke has filled,The entire little room;Unlike the silvery moonlight.There is nothing I have,Which she…


The winds are blowing wildly in Anandpur. Quite soothing as well. But still the sun is ablaze.