"Smoking the life to glory"

A puff...a fag...satisfaction...Life.

This concludes it all......

Everyday i meet n number of people who either smoke because their friends do, or they enjoy doing it, or to keep company, or they can't resist...and lastly, they don't have anything else to do.

All this is priority, when it comes to their own existence?

They would not have reasons if you ask them why they smoke...and these reasons suffice.

In those "rings" die a few minutes of their lives everytime. In that smoke sits their 'precious' life in a cuddled manner, and it flies away in a few puffs and waves at them...saying goodbye.

They let go their lives themselves, and are happy of what they do.

I'm glad i can see that smiling face of my life, right there...inside me. It's a gift but once...don't let it go "just like that" people.

A Man Amongst Countless

Every person in this strange world carries with himself a different life, a different experience, a unique history of his own. All this gets together and gives a unique identity to every person. That's why we have likes and dislikes, opinions and suggestions...because each and every particle of this world is different. Every person, every thing...the air around you changes everyday. Everyday being different...we adapt to the changes around us without even realising how different we are each single day...every single minute. These changes sometimes affect our moods as well...so much so that we get angry, upset and blame it on the 'circumstances' or the 'day' at times; not realising that it's just another different day with different modulations!

Sometimes we give it the name of 'sacrifice' and sometimes we just adapt to it without any realisation.

That's what life is all about...that's what a human being is all about...changing every minute...regretting every change.

The Broomstick

Lost in his own world, he didn't even know if anybody was even noticing him.
He stood up with his broomstick and started sweeping the floor without any hindrances or difficulties. He just had to wait for the customer to leave; and the moment she left...he stood up...erect, with his weapon guarding his palace.

Suddenly a voice shouted, "do it slowly...yes slowly"; and there he went slowly , as if the voice gave a command to the broomstick and not him.

He does it countless times a day, giving the floor its shine...and the floor shines back at him, saying " you are the best".

The floor gives him that big smile that no one has a right to......not even the broomstick.

This is his world......Broomstick, The Floor and Himself.

He "being" the king , manages his world...himself.

He is just fit in his world, not allowing anybody to enter...not allowing himself to leave that place.