Dedicated to Partha Deka, a friend I had known since I was a child, a friend fate had brought to me back this year, only to be taken away again
Remnants of a smile on a stone-cold face
And maybe you can fool everyone again
That death isn't as painful as we make it to be...
Some tears bottled up from months gone by-
You'd say judge not how one deals with loss...
Dying dreams like drops of dew under a rising sun,
You'd laugh they don't chain your ankles anymore...
We'd cry for we wouldn't know any better
And make stories of your new whereabouts,
Playing MJ songs and laughing at your own jokes...
Or in a make-believe world of hope,
Somewhere in peace in a dreamless sleep...
