Love for a Fag

I wrote this poem in my class today when going through Mr.Kelkar's painful lectures.It's something devoted to all my smoky friends.Hope you all don't criticize this amateur poet's first time poem but do try to understand the deep emotions associated.

One day when my lungs go black,
The heart weakens and the body just slack,
Waiting for people to call me a crack,
Often till then I plan
I will always open a pack.

Blonde blonde hair,slim slim figure,
Soft mushy inside wrapped around with a paper,
Kissing the forehead for the the dancer to appear,
Often still then I say
Yo dude,go be fucked by her.

Life got great
never there came a brake.
All around I saw
faces puzzled like a jigsaw.
Often still then people say
Please throw the thing,you hold in your paw.

Passive love is what she shares
touching people with beautiful black care.
Why should it be that only one enjoy
I am a whore,come let's equally share the joy.
Often still then girls say
Moral degradation is what's a cigarrete's ploy.

But this day I feel
When Mr Ramadoss in front of me kneel.
Begging me to stop this habit
Or else the fags he will prohibit.
Hope someday his prayers be heard
Often till then
You are my delicious wine and bread.

On the Edge of Philosophical Madness......

Art and emotions go a long way together.....God created all things around us and gave us the power to impersonate his creations. The painter was the first one to find that yes he has the power to create..

But what does he create, the beauties around, the darkness around or his own self....

According to me(all others views are also welcomed), an artist tries to paint his emotions. This is what my intuition says. A nature guy paints mountains and rivers. A theist paints images of God. Modern art I can't understand. But what do the one who wants to paints his emotions paint? I know my intuition is right but how do I explain. At this stage of my life, if someone asks me to paint my emotions what will it be. Will it be a lonely boy?? or certain images??Or will I just create a sketch or fill it with colours?? Will the colours be dark dull or will it be full of brightness??

I thought I could decipher most of the emotions. But what do I say for the the painting above.Is the painter beautiful enough to paint a lonely lady sitting on a wooden chair?? The frock is beautiful white but the backdrop is bright at the left and dark at the right.The painting is bordered with lines but still the colours are just oozing out. Why is the lady looking at her right and not at me???

Will I ever be able to understand the emotions of the paintings I go through in my life.The paintings of love, relationships and friendship...... Are the colours liable to fading??

I hope every painting leaves its most bright and beautiful colour in my life before it begins to fade away with time....

please pardon me for so much of nonsense questioneering...