Wish i never would have left the house,
Our pride Our big Solanaceae family.
Never wished to bring dishonor to our family.
I just wanted to do something on my own that people would appreciate & would know how important i am,
but not in this way!
Sorry that i left Nicotiana, I know i belong to the house of Nicotiana.
I knew i had something in me so addictive but i always took it as my inner voice pushing me towards success.
Wish i never would have met Harmine, Thought we had something in common that would make us grow big.
Never even thought that we would make it so big that half of the world population would start suffering.
But again, Why dont human use there brain to get rid off the addiction? Why dont they stop smoking even if they know its not good?
Why its always me to be blamed? Why its just my existence bringing them close to their death?
No! I am not addictive! No! I am no the only cause behind their Death!
Its the human nature to blame something else for their failure, Not ME!
Weekend breaks here and now
Youngsters at heart,
nightfall they set
Words are loud it’s happening again
Excitement reveals a yarn of groove
………….. And when the awaited time has come
The race to the rendezvous is begun
Impressions are laid down by all
Dejavu describes the very spot
As cologne scents the atmosphere
Nicotiana adds complexion to the glow
and liquor counts the steps
And somehow body sensuous becomes pleasurable
It’s nothing but a rave!
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