14/06/2009

Cigarette Girl

Hey there, hi
I seem to know you from long by
Your memories are like ashes
From my cigarette last night

Smoky, hazy, delicate
Like its flame that rustles, intimate
You slowly burned the night away
And glowed in darkness of my love

Smoke and fire
Nicotine desire
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9 comments:

  1. bhaviniJune 14, 2009

    A song and a conversation.

    Two people who inspired me to write this, whose names I'm not revealing right now. Thanks, you both.

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  2. RyanJune 14, 2009

    I heart cigarette girl.

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  3. Just a girlJune 14, 2009

    Your memories are like ashes
    From my cigarette last night

    Wow, Vini. Beautiful and bittersweet. :)

    x
    JAG

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  4. SathejJune 18, 2009

    Came here from another blog. Nice posts. Shall read at leisure. The answer about going to the moon and forgetting to pack - so true and touching..

    Sathej

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  5. bhaviniJune 20, 2009

    RR\\YYan,
    Wow, I just looked up to see that spelling! I don't feel like back-spacing that, specially after reading your latest post. You do? I heart her too.

    JAG,
    Absolutely. You caught her right, and that makes me feel like you don't live so far away after all :)

    Sathej,
    Hi :) Did you come here from Nithya?

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  6. SathejJune 22, 2009

    Hi, ya yes I did :)

    Sathej

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  7. AnonymousJune 30, 2009

    Amazing!

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  8. VijayNovember 08, 2010

    This has to be among the BEST things I've ever read.

    "Smoke and fire,
    Nicotine desire"

    I keep coming back to this time and again.

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  9. bhaviniNovember 14, 2010

    Vijay,

    Thanks. Did you know it's actually a song?

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