The Cigarette of Sin...The Puff of virtue

The disturbance and imbalance in me
The sin and virtue in me...
Burning like a cigarette...an endless cigarette...
My good and bad do not belong to me.

I traveled a lot in such a less time
Never got a fair chance to look behind
The good I did was for you...
The bad happened was because of you...

I was never an actor but a medium...
Though every time it was you...
I felt the jerk of pain came your way...
I was just a medium... a passage...
Riding on which joy and sorrow came your way...

I kept killing and saving like a butcher... like a savior...
I enjoyed... because I thought I was a medium...
I was an edge of time's blade...
I did best with good intentions...
Did worse with the best intentions...

But it seems life has sucked all the puffs...
The cigarette was not endless...
I pleased you I harmed you
Now I am no more... you have traveled along me.

I don't bother about my good but hey!!
My bad is being made to belong to me.
He told me that I am just a medium...
But I am ruined...cheated...

I am left with sucked ashes...with no weight
Trying to hold them in wind but couldn't
Looking at disturbance in me
Thinking of imbalance in me...