(For my brother, Tuhin Parhi, a soul, yet to be taken away from me, but never from my heart!)
Perhaps this was yet another chapter, and I wouldn’t wish for it,
Never will we be close to anyone again,
And your thought will make sure of it,
And if you ever do, don’t leave them in the dark, like you did us,
Never give away your past, the truth, never leave their hearts rust,
Never will there be another number three,
No more head banging at the hub, at A.M, 6:30!
Leaving us now is like a sin, in my heart!
So let this brilliance of a fluke sink, in our hearts!
A brother, a best friend, you represent an amount much more!
And let me hark back to the good times, our saccharine voice,
As you head south, we fall back north,
And leave us no choice,
But to let our brotherhood never shine forth!
I’ll miss you bro, your each word, your each thought,
Fagfests, music, cigarettes, and the whole lot,
And we’ll be in the dark,
Never again will our sprits be loft,
But just wish we too got shot!
We have no choice but to feel unfathomable remorse,
We lost our brother, and at that, our fucking music source!
I sit here, in this empty room, wishing each second I’d die,
I quiver each time I think of a rhyme,
I wish I could cut my veins, shut up, be like a mime,
The fucking dance moves, the Sony speakers, even your sinister smile.
Fagfest 1 , 2, 3, 4, they’re all still in my mind!
And yet you have the audacity to say that YOU don’t have time!
Let’s rewind to number four, and pause it,
You befell my brother then, and I applause it,
What the hell do you assume I’ll think?
Each time I unbolt my own fucking closet!
I’ll have all ‘em tears down, and I’ll just close it,
No, I can’t weep, I have to let them in, I have to force it!
But you connote the globe to me, and brother, even you know it!
I know you covet us not to let pass you,
And our frowns never to be seen,
You say, “You will hit upon another Tuhin”
… And we wound up hitting Nicotine!
Prakhar,
January, 2008.
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