This poem reflects upon the perception, that a boy holds of a cigarette. And, how the graph of this perception changes with time.

Cheers!

Who am I ? They ask.

I am a set of different personalities, all packed in one flesh bag. They call it, Raag.

Raag is everything that you cannot control.

Raag is that kid with his skates on who likes to roll.

Raag is an artist sometimes,

And a musician too.

A lazy brat but a perfectionist too.

People perceive him as an intimidating person who is very unpredictable.

He has had bad relationships with things and people but the worst of 'em all is his relationship with his life.

He tries to get control over life only to find out that it's the life that gets control over him.

Raag has a lot of addictions. Be it seeking attention, solitude, caffeine, cigarettes, people, attachments, trying to be everything he can, pain, destroying himself and destroying his life.

Raag doesn't relish this world.

And has an inherent desire to die young.

He wants to live good not long.

He says he has a superpower, what people call as ADHD.

Every time someone asks him, if he's doing fine.

He replies with "I am not okay, and it took me years to be okay with it".

Raag is a puzzle with a lot of missing pieces.

Has a lot to say but got no articulation.

He is absolutely certain about life's uncertainty.

As I told y'all, Raag has a lot of personalities.

Let me introduce another one to y'all.

Spent most of his childhood days exploring garden wildlife and sobbing alone for no reason.

An innocent kid masked under that unpredictable look.

An empathetic soul under that cold heart.

He's someone who cares a lot!

He's someone scared of attachments.

He's someone who wants to help everyone but himself.

He cannot look you in the eye.

He's vulnerable.

He's crazy.

He is honest.

He's commotion.

He is broken.

He is you.

He's a human.

He's Raag.

Who am I ? They ask.

I am, Raag.

Each one of us at some point has had this thought about the rights and wrongs you did through the course of your life and the day of judgement, the final day, that day "when you won't wake up". It came to me when I was 18 and i penned it down on a piece of paper.

Reciting it now, for y'all.

Cheers!