Life inside an Empty Cigarette Packet


Drama, poetry, lust, gluttony, sex, frustration, depression, restlessness and those smokes of desire swirls like venomous snakes. The night is dark, the urban haze is creating cacophony. The shadows of death linger on. Heart burns slowly, the brain getting seduced involuntarily. Hallucinations, forgetfulness becomes your only acquaintance. You keep walking through the misty valleys, unknown territories, and those strange boundaries.

You take a long drag, puff out your agony. You aren’t born lonely, you are molded my destiny. You may not be the saddest but your sadistic way makes you an escape. You crave for smiles and love but your mind never accepts the approaching brightness. You love to stay amid darkness. The smokes slowly fade down in your room but the smell lingers on.

You aren’t frightened by skeletons; you become an urban ghost. Your infatuation becomes your love. Your cough accompanies you everywhere, every time. You just need no reason to inhale dusk. You become active after a short fag, your heart quivers but your mind smiles. Your fingers stink, your body becomes cold, and you still love to arouse yourself with those finished sticks. The butt! You love to kiss it. You aren’t satisfied till you reach the end. Your wait for the next never diminishes. You can go on and on. Nothing soothes your soul more than those killing white air. 

You talk about pink moon; you never miss a chance to appreciate those inglorious thin long pieces of desire. You crave for them at night, you can’t work without them, you become helpless, you crawl like a dying insect, and you never give up. You hate to see those burned cigarette butts resting unattended and those used match sticks dirtying your preserved melancholy.

Suddenly, the wind changes direction. The haze becomes fire. There’s no life within an empty cigarette packet but we hardly try to peep inside…



  1. I still don't understand how it is that I relate so well with what you write!


  2. thoughtful post...last line is 2 deep..

  3. Anonymous4:45 AM

    A very gritty post.It's always interesting to think about the stories inanimate objects tell.

  4. I still cannot understand what joy people get while smoking. It is impossible for me to conceive the ideology. May be because I havent smoked one yet.

    You have a unique writing style Pallav. It takes the reader to really put themselves into the words to understand the depth of what you write. None can enjoy doing a hazy grazing over your words. Well, it's a compliment:)

    Good wishes!

  5. ur thot process is beyond my imagination.

  6. @Rakesh...Thoughts from heart are real that only touches real people.

    @Beyond Horizon...Thanks for visualizing the depth of this post.

    @Comtesse de la Roche... True! Inanimate objects have so many tales to tell. We need them, they need us.

    @Nandhini...None can enjoy doing a hazy grazing over your words. It's one of the best compliments for sure.

    @Thousand dreams ...Thanks dear for always appreciating my write-ups.

  7. A lot of smokers can relate to it...I for one have learned to resist the temptation of the stick...and kiss the but..well i am going to remember that for a long time:-)

  8. Subtle but direct. Smoking kills, everyone knows that. But do they stop?

    It seems here you are empathetic to their habit, while actually you make them to be quite pathetic. Very smart ;)!

  9. Can't say nice post, rather a fascinating grim post would be a your(should I say) style of blogging...loved your live chat one especially the last line...wish I could think & write like you...I can't fathom how people love the taste of dust in their mouths because that's all the stick has to it...weak minds & addiction goes hand in hand... ;)

  10. wishes there was a 'like' button.

  11. @Shahid...Resisting smoke temptation is difficult and I think you've achieved a higher state by doing so.

    @Pooja...Smokes won't fade so easily. The more the threat, the more alluring it becomes. It definitely sucks everything out of your life unfortunately no one stops.

    @Songsnwords...I do believe weak minds & addiction goes hand in hand but sometimes better minds also come under its grip. I think you can write and think better than me. Thanks for the praises. They mean a lot to me.

    @Amropali...Thanks for liking it :)

  12. WOW! I'm not a smoker, but I'm amazed at how i can relate to every word of yours...

    Beautifully written, very richly described...

    It's a haunting piece. Especially the LAST line. You've made sure that I never even TRY it!

    Gr88 stuff!!

    PS: I'm assuming you smoke! So have you quit now that you've realized this? Or du still puff away?!

  13. Thanks Administrator and Avi.

  14. hi pallav you always take on a very nice and captivating just so nice while reading one line after another in your post and the last line of the post says everything...i mean you write amazing...
    well smoking can cost life too n people knowing that life is too precious then too they continue...when i see the young children smoking i feel where they will be lost in those swirls of smoke..