SMOKING-PLEASURE/ADDICTION??

Smoking makes one drift toward itself and shows a false pleasure..but later one knows that it was all fake.

It was my choice,
to not to try,
try to smoke,
but i did move,
drifting into those circles,
which made me wanted,
to taste the dew,
to feel the pleasure...

He gave me one,
nicely lit and mended,
kissing its lips,
i sucked it in,
like those my peers did,
filling millions of molecules,
under one roof...

I coughed and exhaled,
starving for air,
for i felt,
i had in the fire,
but something made me to try again,
to repeat what all i did...

Again i kissed,
sucking its sweet aroma,
and i could feel the magic,
filling my lungs,
deep and drowning,
into the sea of nicotin,
i found a pleasure of life...

Two to three,
then three to ten,
i found it sweeter,
from pleasure to need,
and need to addiction,
i was lost,
and limits were crossed...

Now i'm a professional,
in smoking those packets,
but those pleasures are gone,
making me stick to it,
and unable to change,
i carry it further,
with a hope to quit,
but i know,
i had a choice,
choice not to try,
and a choice to live by...

Author's Note

Just tried this one.i haven't smoked yet and hopefull i won't try.just enjoyed writing this one..do give your critique reviews:)

Reviews

[Priya]

I think this poem touches upon a universal theme of not succumbing to temptation. Booze and cigarettes form one part of these temptations, universally recommended by almost everyone even though they are fully aware about their disastrous effects. Nice write. I feel you need to edit it, though.

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tanx suditi:)..waitin 4 ur msg:):)

[Suditi]

Glad, that this aint your story!
Wow poem!
The last para is so amazing!
There are a few grammatical errors you could remove though..will message you..
But amazing poem!
The choice of words especially..to describe each step..the pleasure, the suffocation, the after thought, everything, simply amazing. :D