Fire in a nutshell

Staring at the oblivion,

Holding it like a magic wand.

Wondering why am I holding this,

This weird cigarette in my hand.

Smoking worries out,

Smoking out the pain.

Burning the fears to the last tip-

And flushing them down the drain.

Slowly I realize

I was trying to be someone else.

Shouldn’t desert my feelings,

Need to protect them from these bad spells.