AS (22nd april 1986 / yanbu, saudi arabia)

Smoke Rings

The date on the bedside clock has changed
I feel the same. I can taste the coffee
Which is but a ring on the table
its all so insane.

I get up from bed
just the way i did
a day before
thinking of the day before.

The smoke rings of yesterday
diffuse into today
I taste the vices long buried
see the faces long forgotten
and I realise my past
is yet to be over.

by arundhati sinha

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The smoke rings of yesterday diffuse into today I taste the vices long buried see the faces long forgotten and this will make me love your poems