A Cigarette

He holds a cigarette in his hand,

He wonders whether he should do it or not.

After looking at it for sometime

He lights the cigarette,

Hands trembling,

Half closed eyes.

Like a flower, that will soon wither.

With the first puff of the cigarette 

He closes his eyes.

That moment takes him to flashback,

Months ago,

When he was smiling.

He exhales smoke 

Through his mouth 

And opens his eyes,

A tear rolls down his eye,

He wonders 

How his life changed in the blink of an eye.

He then

Flicks ash into the ashtray,

Takes another puff of a cigarette,

Exhales the smoke through his nose.

Bloodshot eyes,

Dark dry lips. 

He leans back on his chair,

Sits with one leg crossed over the other,

Puts one hand behind his head 

And takes another puff of the cigarette.