There was utter silence.
in the intensive
care unit.
Just me and another,
Belted up safely on his bed,
Fallen almost to the edge of hell.
The tobacco residues
inside his
grizzled lungs were
building momentum…
.His breathing was strained….
…. pulse faint, arrhythmic.
My breath was also unbreathing.
My breath was also unbreathing.
Death is absurd,
makes one run through strange tunnels.
I grabbed his hand....
The silk of hope/faith briefly swelled,
But, shook like
storm-stirred reeds.
Life is short… did I hear a whisper?
It was drizzling
hopelessly outside
The dubious drops
kept crashing against
his window
till the final moment.
One empowering lightening
caught a waft on his face….and gently
He exhaled…
Drifting himself into
another blue smoke
beyond my perceived world.
beyond my perceived world.
Written for : Susan's http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2017/05/poets-united-midweek-motif-smoking.html
** 'Life’s vibrant hues are way too beautiful and precious to be distorted by the smoke of cigarettes.'-anon,
Quit smoking!
Quit smoking!
smoking does just that; letting the final moment arrive when it's not time...i like the vivid details & the scene of anxious anticipation...
ReplyDeleteI, too, am enchanted the the vivid details.
DeleteOne aspect of smoking smokers should consider.....that eventually the lungs suffer. You have described this so well, Panchali. I could see it all. I especially love "my breath was also unbreathing."
ReplyDeleteYou have made the Hell silent and put it on earth so that release into the blue smoke is a gentle relief. But, oh, the pain of the watchers! One of my good friends told me years ago not to expect her to sit by my bedside if smoking--something preventable--was what killed me. I wonder if she remembers?
ReplyDeleteWhat smoking can do to the lungs is scary, and you paint that picture so well here. Moving piece!
ReplyDeleteWhat a portrait you painted. (taken in his last breath)
ReplyDeleteVery powerful and well written Oh if only people would realise before .. drifting away
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