The Damn Cigarette!

I want to be your cigarette

So you can inhale me through your lips

Your hair spread around your head

Like a current just passed through you

Blue eyes turned into Green River

Walking in the city near radio station

Soft classic tunes coming out of there

Flying in the air like waves of nostalgia

Scooter horns and traffic sirens around

Flames from the hot stoves of corner

Stalls leading to aristocratic hotels near by

Lovers sitting on the tables inside while

You peeped from the traditional window

All the while cigarette smoke blurring

The window Glass, you kept watching

And remembered the misunderstandings

Misgivings and false alarms of hope

I love your advertising techniques

When a piece of mutton falls delicately

In the dish in the TV channel I lose my

Mind and get drunken by your love 

So sensually you capture the hearts of minds!!