Weary of the tears my eyes and pen created to paint you and your memories
I replaced the pen with a cigarette, holding it between my fingers
To suck in the truth that you no longer care
To blow out the smoke along with thoughts of you
To flick off the ashes of love we once lived
But every time I puffed, the cloud of the smoke created your face.

-Kritika Vashist

Disclaimer: Smoking cigarette in poems is not injurious to health; however, the heart may ache for a while. 

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61 thoughts on “Unfading

  1. I like the way that you juxtapose the ash of your relationship with the images created by the rising smoke. I love the symbolism and imagery in your words, Kritika…

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  2. So very powerful! I was so moved by this poem. Thank you for sharing, Kritika!

    My favorite two lines, “To suck in the truth that you no longer care” and “To flick off the ashes of love we once lived”.


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  3. My goodness!

    i am still wondering that how on earth, do you manage to weave it all so beautifully, just every time.

    This, perhaps, is the best of what i have read today.

    coz you know what?
    Reading this post, i was actually moved..

    Great piece of work, girl!

    No doubt, you have a growing list of followers..


    🙂 🙂 ❤ ❤

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  4. Dearest Kritika, I know you are so used to this but I would like to nominate you for the Encouraging Thunder Award, please take a look here: http://wp.me/p5trJ-pS. And don’t feel pressured to do it. It is just my way to say I love your blog! Thank you

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