Your ashes now swim in the Ganges.
The blokes you once bullied, still look out, at times, into the starry sky.
Silently.
But your lucky friends, the conformists, fold their arms, sigh and say-
"Good Riddance... He should have died hereafter..."
You revolted with needles.
The mist of your eyes got clouded by your own smoke.
You could barely see;
You groped around and you tripped.
Face down, you stared on.
The black mirror staring back, in the misty darkness.
You lost hope and you died thereafter.
You sucked, injected and swallowed your hours,
You spat out angry blood
When we hooted and tweeted our insipid joys.
You called me on your birthday.
You had enough of your whores.
I should have heard it then, but I was busy smelling my own perfume.
I want to say you are still there;
That the tunes of your stupid parodies haven't lost a note.
You sucked, injected and swallowed your hours,
You spat out angry blood
When we hooted and tweeted our insipid joys.
You called me on your birthday.
You had enough of your whores.
I should have heard it then, but I was busy smelling my own perfume.
I want to say you are still there;
That the tunes of your stupid parodies haven't lost a note.
That you look like a handsome Chinese monkey with curly hair.
I want to say, that my burnt cigarette is still burning...
It was the fall of spring.
The days got warmer.
You stubbed your last cigarette out and drank your last pint.
You looked warmly at your spilling ash-tray.
The doctor said that your heart was weak,
It could not hold through.
I know better.
Of course, it didn't!
(In fond memory of Samiran who died on 5th April, 2008)
I want to say, that my burnt cigarette is still burning...
It was the fall of spring.
The days got warmer.
You stubbed your last cigarette out and drank your last pint.
You looked warmly at your spilling ash-tray.
The doctor said that your heart was weak,
It could not hold through.
I know better.
Of course, it didn't!
(In fond memory of Samiran who died on 5th April, 2008)
