Cigarette Dreams

Cigarette Dreams

A Chapter by Dr. YumnaKay
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Ramblings of A Raging Mind.

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Another night. 
Another night alone with my thoughts and me. It amazed me, how after all this time, my brain hadn't stopped working. Would it ever? I thought, smiling inwardly for even thinking that inside my head. 

As I gazed at the dimly lit screen, the contents swam in front of my eyes. I felt lightheaded, yet I struggled to make sense of everything. My left hand still gripped the cigarette tight; my latest and most faithful companion of every night. I inhaled the smoke and ashes kept falling down my side, slightly singeing the bedsheet. I acknowledged that faintly but like everything else, could not make sense of what was happening around me. My hand shook as I scrolled down the screen, my breath stale, and the aftertaste of smoke bitter on my tongue. 

It was a strange feeling, lying on the bed, alone, nothing unusual, but of course, there was nothing usual left in my life now, except that it was usual in every sense. I laughed at the mere thought of verbalizing that in front of everyone. 

The trail of thoughts continued and I knew not when I fell asleep and emerged on to the other side of the world, where dreams and nightmares, for me, held no difference. 


© 2018 Dr. YumnaKay


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Somehow I feel writing is like a cigarette for me.... to take a puff of the pain... and to reflect on it...to ramble whatever I feel like....

And you have captured the pain...the daily routine of a troubled heart very well.... I feel her like a part of me...thankfully or not I don't have a cigarette....but i feel we tend to get addicted to one or the other thing...for me it has always been words...a sucker for words lol that's what I have been all my life...

May be I should rite a poem about that ;)

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dr. YumnaKay

1 Year Ago

Ah writing is more than just a cigarette for me. A drug, more like.
I'll be interested to re.. read more



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Dreams, just doorways to our eyes and our thoughts. Most people see the future in dreams and they don't pay attention. I liked the use of the cigarettes and thoughts. Thank you dear Poet for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Dr. YumnaKay

1 Year Ago

I like your thoughts here, John. Thank you so much for reading :)
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

Was my pleasure and you are welcome my friend.
Feeling your words coming to life, rising as so much more than mere letters or lines... What an extraordinary moment of night that you breathe out over us, this journey of voices inside you, each path unleashed through your trembling hands. You understand... you know the world of the writer... and you know well that world of dreams and nightmares that exists far beyond this world of sea and stone.

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Dr. YumnaKay

1 Year Ago

As do you, dear Craig. Happy to have you alongside in this writing world. :-)
Thank you so mu.. read more
An owl on the moon

1 Year Ago

It is a great joy and honor to walk alongside you and your words, dear Yumna. :) “Some beautiful p.. read more
I am going way out here... I read this and directly under your poem on the page is a nicorette add to stop smoking .....I burst out into laughter and thought ...how striking is that...I was a smoker for more than 15 years. One day I walked away...cold turkey...I just let it go...your poem just slapped me into reality that I need to get my head outta the smoke cloud, put down the burning, and walk away. Thank you Yumna...its time for me to transform.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dr. YumnaKay

1 Year Ago

Ah better an ad to stop smoking than the weird shopping ones that I always get on my end of the page.. read more
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Musings of a nictonine addict?

I guess that is what happens to the mind engaged in multiplicities of thoughts, ideas and reveries.

Your words amble, pottering down the crevices and rooks of the occupied mind, depicting the hustle-bustle of the nebulous head while sauntering in occasional languidity as minds tend to do.

Well written, Yumna.

Best,
M.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dr. YumnaKay

1 Year Ago

Ah, not a nicotine addict, cigarette here is used as a metaphor, I guess it didn't carry through in .. read more
Perhaps what's unusually usual fades when one has to rely on an adiction to keep going... and of course, that takes such different forms. A person, like your character, holds onto whatever, knowing it's utterly personal, a non-essential that has cut deep into moment, mind and emotion. Perhaps. Is the writer lost in a smoke screen, hiding from self, I wonder?

'Swam' rather than swimmed. What an adventurer you are, Yumna, tackling so many different forms of writing! Kudos and Bravo!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dr. YumnaKay

1 Year Ago

Oh crap! And I call myself a writer grrr thank you for the correction, Em!

As for th.. read more
Sitting and smoking, once all the usuals are gone.

I can remember that life, everything about it coloured or scented with smoke. Like a substitute for the usual air.

It takes skill to get this down onto the page, especially if it lives in your pores. Kudos to you, Doctor!

V

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dr. YumnaKay

1 Year Ago

It certainly did take an effort to pen this out, idk about the skill part though ;P but I'm glad you.. read more
When I read this, I envisioned a worn out person with no hope left in life. No point, living off the feeling that smoking and drinking give us. Wanting to feel emotions in each breath we inhale. But that emotion kills us. The more in it, the closer we are to te end. Perfectly written my friend.
-Sarah or saree.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dr. YumnaKay

1 Year Ago

Wanting to feel emotion but not the full extent of it...
I like your words here, thank you .. read more
Somehow I feel writing is like a cigarette for me.... to take a puff of the pain... and to reflect on it...to ramble whatever I feel like....

And you have captured the pain...the daily routine of a troubled heart very well.... I feel her like a part of me...thankfully or not I don't have a cigarette....but i feel we tend to get addicted to one or the other thing...for me it has always been words...a sucker for words lol that's what I have been all my life...

May be I should rite a poem about that ;)

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dr. YumnaKay

1 Year Ago

Ah writing is more than just a cigarette for me. A drug, more like.
I'll be interested to re.. read more

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Ramblings of A Raging Mind


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