Every now and then, while smoking a cigarette, I like to ask myself ” Does the cigarette smoke ever reach the sky ? “. ” ask” because that’s where it has stayed. I never moved to the answer stage. More precisely, I didn’t even try. Almost from the moment I first met this question on a ” I am a poet ” trip , I was overwhelmed by the fact that I actually asked this question. Sure, there had been references to smoking in many of my earlier “poems” but this was no ordinary “smoking” , it was a bloody metaphor. Being as instinctively ethical as I am, I had immediately Googled to confirm if it was a new find. And you know what ? No one before me had thought ” Does the Cigarette smoke reach the sky? “. Can you imagine it ? I mean, when you “have” and others “have not” ? I spent the next few hours reflecting on my unique glory as I experienced a huge outpouring of self love in that state of self hypnosis .That joy, that ineffable bliss. And because of what? So you can see what that question means to me. This is why I could never move beyond it. When a question is so giving, so fulfilling, you Stop caring about the answer.
PS- Technically speaking, everything above earth’s surface is ” sky” and so Cigratte smoke doesn’t really need to reach the ” sky”.