Irony

Pungent scent of cigarette smoke
Alcoholic face which never I see
Drowsiness in the attitude of yours
Look at the mirror
What you has done to yourself

You were my beautiful dream
That I wish do be true
But now my dreams have started morphing into nightmares
Sometimes pieces are beautiful than complete picture.
You became the portentous chapter of my life

I adored the beautiful moon and the sparkling night you owned
Dear now the city inside you
Diminishing there lights off
And tends  to their mortal phase
And even though you called it
Inexhaustible way of life