Smoke and Solace

By Gaurav Gangmi Thapa

In the quiet hour, the habit ignites,

A flick of the lighter, a dance with the night.

We know it’s a poison, each drag a slow cost,

Yet in its warm comfort, we find what’s lost.

Through clouds of smoke, the worries dissolve,

A moment of peace, a chance to evolve.

Stress melts away in that flickering glow,

As we breathe in the chaos, let the tension go.

With every inhalation, a bittersweet thrill,

We chase the relief, the quiet, the chill.

Though wisdom warns us of the toll it will take,

We cling to the solace, the choices we make.

It’s a paradox wrapped in a paper embrace,

A longing for comfort, a dangerous chase.

In the heart of the struggle, we reach for the flame,

Knowing it’s harmful, yet still we play the game.

So here we stand, with our vices in hand,

Inhaling the moments we don’t understand.

For life’s heavy burdens, we find our release,

In the smoke of a cigarette, our mind finds its peace.

By Gaurav Gangmi Thapa