fog of the past


She sat there admits

the cold breeze that

constantly tried to make

her smile, while brushing

away the fake smile

she wore like a mask

that protected her.


She gracefully inhaled

the cigarette in her

hand like it kept her

alive and protected

her from the truth

She doesn’t have

to inhale.


her eyes held answers,

to all those questions

that went unasked

from those who meant

the world for her.


She took her hand and

elegantly moved back

her hair that wind

had brought forward

like the waves waiting

To meet the shore.


Cigarette in her hand

was almost done, when

the flame of it burned

the tip of her hand,

and suddenly she

threw way that

cigarette like the

pain which held her

from growing forward

and moved on like

a sun pouring light

everywhere in the

street called life.


  1. Akhila · February 24, 2017

    Someone wearing a mask and trying to escape…

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Prishita babel · February 25, 2017

    So mesmerizing lines ❤️😍

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Poet Rummager · February 26, 2017

    I love the rawness and symbolisms in your poem, V! We all hide the dark parts of us. The title is perfect, as well. Your writing is getting better and better. 💋😘

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Jenn · February 27, 2017

    This was pleasantly reminiscent… love it ♥♥

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Shreya Sharma · March 5, 2017

    OMG! I loved it.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Nishita13 · May 11, 2017

    Powerful words! I loved the way you put down those words, great job!

    Liked by 1 person

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