Jab bhi Cigarette jalti hai...

Dhen tanan...

Its the beginning of a new battle. The enemy is temptation. Temptation to have it the last time. Time seems to have freezed at the point where i am having the last cigarette of my life. The floor of my bedroom has become the show-case of my failed attempts. The rising size of the Pile of newspapers thrown carelessely in the corner means dates are changing continuously and i am not missing any date with my slim and smoky companion. Smooching is all she wants all the time !

Is it that hard to quit french-kissing the curveless tiny stick of a thing ? Never was there any doubt in my mind about quitting but the fact that i am learning to be carefree has made it tough unexpectedly.

So this is it. Some other temptation more irresistible than the slim stick, more seductive than its bitter smoke is the only way out i can see.

Where there's a will there's a way but i don't want to go the WILL'S way !

Inspiration or no inspiration, i bet i will quit smoking before September end.

Miles to go forever !

She'll let you in her house
If you come knockin' late at night
She'll let you in her mouth
If the words you say are right
If you pay the price
She'll let you deep inside
But there's a secret garden she hides.


She'll let you in her car
To go drivin' round
She'll let you into the parts of herself
That'll bring you down
She'll let you in her heart
If you got a hammer and a vise
But into her secret garden,
don't think twice.


You've gone a million miles
How far'd you get
To that place where you can't remember
And you can't forget
She'll lead you down a path
There'll be tenderness in the air
She'll let you come just far enough
So you know she's really there
She'll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
She's got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need
Will always stay
A million miles away.