I am too shy to ask for it

Just stepped out from the prison of slavery,

Which is like everyday struggle to set myself free,

But yes those bucks make my mind fall apart instantly.

The world outside the entry gate,

Is any day seductive to make you fall for it,

Those buried thought blurbs,  reincarnated to unknown identity,

As if making you lose all burden you holded for long.

In the crowd at bus stand with strange look of belongingness,

Ah! There I see you in long curly hair,

Messing the thoughts with pink band in hand,

Enveloping the care, bottled in the red nail paint,

Rolling the heaven in that white glorious paper.

I forced my eyes to talk for my zipped lips,

Because lending me one drag of heaven won’t cost her much,

But my fingers, silent, talking among themselves,

To gesture you, that I am too shy to ask for the roll.

A million dollar smile, then made it all ok,

To gesture the approval on my companionship to heaven,

Coming close you made it too warm for me to just have it,

Because it’s the only chance to be with you tonight.

The stress that smoke released, and love that filled that space,

Well, my urge for a drag to break free,

I got over it, handcuffed with your love.

Your face in that smoke was now my heaven,

Unconvinced by the fact that,

 one drag can keep me close to you,

I am ready to be too shy to ask for it.