Smoke

It pervaded around in white space,

Looping in the air at gradual pace.

The gray haze stood like a devil head,

Restraining the vision of what lay ahead.

It takes all in me to breathe

as time turns it into denser sheath

Still, I sit still

Vowing to surmount the difficult hill

No, I can’t hold the time nor rush

What lays ahead is the sound of hush

So I breathed through the choking cloud

Just to know what is it about

A whiff of rose

Did it carry a lover’s message?

Or it did arise from sacred incense

Which sent me slowly to a trance

A tinch of sandalwood

Did it rise from the ashes of the dead?

Or it was the forest burning in fire

After it gave in to the mire

The smoke had engulfed me all

Its elements didn’t belong to me though

They were of love, grief, beginning and end

Which superseded my own to lend.

A gust of wind soon came on way

Nothing else but the smoke was taken away

While I was left, smeared with the many gifted scents,

The smoke be now carrying but my evidence.