Friday, September 9, 2011

Life in smoke

Where can she smell the smell ?
All over you, he chimes in.
Can she smell you on me?
You are all over me.
 Is it what you do to me?
Is it what i do to you?
Does it manifest on my face too,
in the form of colour?
Is it the smell of Death? 
The Death in the everyday?
The Death of everyday? 
It sticks to me;
like you.
A different scent,
selling dreams to the world.
It may mask you,
but not the smell of death,
that i live with everyday. 

1 comment:

  1. Perhaps you might like the sound of this Indian band, perhaps you'll even help spread it. Both would be nice :-) Thanks.