Maya. The smoke...

I have an inexplicable inclination towards this continuously volatile smoke. As a matter of fact, I love it.The sadhu's of Kasi with their chillum, smoking to glory. a coal engine train with its dust of smoke, a wanting heart waiting for an answer to her problems at the ram temple with the incense smoke adding comfort, a crying son on seeing his dad's funeral pyre smoke, bright eyes of a model brightened up with a smokey make up around the lashes.... Smoke has something for me every time I had a tryst with it. Confusion, indecisiveness, mayhem, change, rest, relaxation, new beginning, serene, and attractive - all inclusive in this captivating yet untouchable smoke.

Smoke is not just smoke, it has life in it. I like it.

Here is my rendition of exposing it! Let me know if you liked it!