Lived each day, until 10-11-12. RIP


Its impossible to imagine your absence, I know. I’ve tried…
Behind my usual, gritty smile, I know. I’ve tried….
And even now, as people cry, console & pay tribute
Somehow I expect you to appear, and jokingly rebuke..
With that perky humor, even if this was like other awkward times
An arrogant joke assuring that tough this might be, but it would get fine
They say death is an aberration,
One has no existence, and then they appear,
Then one day, they fade, disappear..
For me you were there when I came into existence,
For me you will stay, here in my memories..
The memories of here, both old and new..
Had its stories, and with me they too grew..
Never had I thought, you would go so far…
That these memories would turn into scars…
Every memory would now confuse me so much more..
It would bring a grin, and then it would no more…
RIP.

RIP Umesh “Ddurraaa” Maamu
Lived each day as it came until 10-11-12

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