(Written on the Remembrance of my father who died of liver cancer on 29th June 2012, when he was only 56 years old)
He Never Passed, He shall Never Pass,
He don't speak but his words still surrounds me,
He don't stare but I know, I am still under observation,
The Body Dies but memory is Ever Present,
The Relation can't End because I still want to finish the Unfinished,
Want to share the Untold; I still want to feel his Presence,
For him I was always Beautiful,
With him I used to fell Warm and Secured,
With him I feel, I am the best and there is no-one better than me,
He liked me the way I am; I was the best son for him,
He used to make me feel wonderful,
He used to elevate my self-respect and nourishes my superiority,
He was always Natural; he never pretended to be something he is not,
Artificiality never touched him,
He had done only one mistake that he trusted 'Celebration',
He loved celebration, he loved him so much that he forgotten everything for him,
And celebration told him that he is Ever- Present,
But celebration has an End,
He has never tried to understand this truth,
And thus He got cheated by 'Celebration',
I am a Part of him and I can never be detached,
There were times when we didn't Speak but we 'Understood',
There were times when we were not together but we 'Felt',
There were days when everyone seems strange but he was always my 'Own',
There were days when I Trusted nobody but he was always 'Along',
He has always being the Same,
He was same for my Glory and Doom,
He was same for my Failures and Accomplishments,
And when I felt I became somebody,
And it seemed people started loving me for my worthiness,
However because of my Usefulness for them,
I started abusing him for his Failures,
Being completely forgetful of the truth that,
Unlike others, He loved me not because I am something,
He loved my Unworthiness and Nothingness,
He loved my Inabilities and Scars,
Since, He started loving me when I was 'Nobody',
He Never Passed, He shall Never Pass,
He don't speak but his words still surrounds me,
He don't stare but I know, I am still under observation,
The Body Dies but memory is Ever Present,
The Relation can't End because I still want to finish the Unfinished,
Want to share the Untold; I still want to feel his Presence,
For him I was always Beautiful,
With him I used to fell Warm and Secured,
With him I feel, I am the best and there is no-one better than me,
He liked me the way I am; I was the best son for him,
He used to make me feel wonderful,
He used to elevate my self-respect and nourishes my superiority,
He was always Natural; he never pretended to be something he is not,
Artificiality never touched him,
He had done only one mistake that he trusted 'Celebration',
He loved celebration, he loved him so much that he forgotten everything for him,
And celebration told him that he is Ever- Present,
But celebration has an End,
He has never tried to understand this truth,
And thus He got cheated by 'Celebration',
I am a Part of him and I can never be detached,
There were times when we didn't Speak but we 'Understood',
There were times when we were not together but we 'Felt',
There were days when everyone seems strange but he was always my 'Own',
There were days when I Trusted nobody but he was always 'Along',
He has always being the Same,
He was same for my Glory and Doom,
He was same for my Failures and Accomplishments,
And when I felt I became somebody,
And it seemed people started loving me for my worthiness,
However because of my Usefulness for them,
I started abusing him for his Failures,
Being completely forgetful of the truth that,
Unlike others, He loved me not because I am something,
He loved my Unworthiness and Nothingness,
He loved my Inabilities and Scars,
Since, He started loving me when I was 'Nobody',
