Smoking and Poking…


Two souls smoking,

Some Cuban cigars,

Beer in the hands and

Looking at the stars


One is bald and

The other is blonde,

Sinking in the smoke,

Like a fish in the pond


Making different shapes

Square and circle,

Trying so hard but

The eyes getting purple


The heart seeking pleasure

Smoking these poles,

But the lungs are crying

Getting some holes


The couple in the back

Are chatting to eternity

The image is blurred,

To hide their identity


It’s good in all

That they are happy,

I hope smoking is

Just their hobby


Inspired by a photo from One Shot Poetry


Inspired by prompt from Sunday Scribblings #251


At the age till 7,

When you don’t have any responsibilities,

You behave like a human, set loose on his own,

Popping here and dropping there,

Just like a free soul surfing the bodies to get in.

Passing this age, they feel the young age should have been

Like Eternity.


They say, at the age 60,

We get a bonus life

They again become, A child they always wanted.

They behave like one, not their fault.

I guess this is the eternity of mind,

To get old and again young as new born,

Is Eternity


So eternity is basically your state of mind,

If you feel 7, though being 60,

Then you are into that eternity phase.

But be careful to use all the exposure,

For you should not feel like that 7 year boy,

Losing the grip on the state of eternity