Cigarettes

{Of freshly smoked cigarettes}

I kept on staring at them

I found those ashes alike me

There was so much of

Jangles and quarrels

Inside the bud of that cigarette

And inside me as well

That I ought to calm down

Like the way I smoke

And find those silences

That just my words give me

No matter how much I listen to Sufi songs

And dance in harmony

Along with them

But ultimately

I'll find that serenity inside me

Where will I be in a state of equilibrium?