Smoke And Whisky

I woke up in the morning and look at the sky,

It was smoky and cloudy, not clear to my eye.

I closed my eyes and tried to trace the smell,

As the clouds were dancing, may have whisky and drops of rainfall.

It took me to my past, which is history,

When I was attached to smoke & whisky.

It was the time that always made me happy,

Even in dawn with smoky fugs and a glass of whisky.

Enjoyed with my life and friend,

As if I set it for all as a trend.

I used to be excited and thrilled,

My romance with smoke & whisky made me grilled.

Even I put the colors in canvas for art,

Thinking about my love and her smile from my heart.

Tried to paint her with my imagination,

As she was far away from me and I had no option.

frustration made me smoke in hasty,

Started taking whisky even filling thirsty.

sometimes my lost life made me feel very chilled,

My romance with smoke & whisky made me grilled ...

suddenly the cool breeze made me open my eyes,

Saw the romance of flowers and Flies.

With a smile on their face looked at them,

Putting all my past in a beautiful frame.

In a while the flies fly away,

Flowers only stayed looking at their way.

Though they don't smoke and take whisky,

So why should I do take this &make life risky?

Why should I be sad making my precious times to be killed?

Freed me from my romance with smoke and whisky who had me grilled.