Just a Thought: Eighteen

The rain washes away the dust
Bringing to the fore the hidden beauty
But leaving below the remains of things best left untouched

The First Puff

Digging out a piece I wrote in class X - 2001

The youth ran through his veins
He wished to break all refrains
He wanted to try something new
Without raising much cry & hue
The feeling of adulthood crept into him
He became the master of a new whim
He went to his companion's room
Unknowingly inviting his doom
Choking, suffocating the atmosphere was
The first puff fulfilled his cause
He choked, he coughed, he felt the heat
For him it was a great feat
The first puff will not be easy to forget
Coz 20 years later he now regrets