My best friend and his best friend

Many a times, I had witnessed
smoking your ?last cigarette
with renewed zest.

The glowing tip glistening
between your fingers bristling,
not caring, gloated and cushy
looking smug and winked at me.

It seemed to say,
Try all the ways you can
He is in my grip
as much as he thinks, I'm in his.

He sucks my plume of smoke in
And I suck his life from with in.
The game is on between me and your friend.
Wait and see, who is going to win.

I can bet my hold on him
He is connected to me, as a phone to its sim.
try warning him against me
you will see how he's addicted to me.

I can warn you fair and square
If he is wise, he will fight the dare
You wait for him to start his family,
While from within I pry his dreams gently.

You had given an image to his kid
God forbid, he tries hard to resist.
But I won't let him that easily as you wish,
Though, he tries hard to quit.

My Pal!

Don't you hear the cry from my heart?
Won't you ever try to part?
Is the Cig so important to you?
Than your Parents, Friends and people close to you?

I closed my eyes
When I saw this child.
That's how your kid would look
If you allow your dreams to unhook.