Ayan

What really happened that you left us lonely

And walked into a world unknown

Robbed us of your fun and smile and

Left a pile of unturned stones

Ayan

Why you had to bleed?

Where did your road lead, Ayan?

Might be a few long hours till we meet again

It was all good situation

We thought there was pleasure around

Never did we know that a storm was about to rise

To blow us with all its rage disguised

Ayan

A statue on its knees, Ayan

Forever Serenity, and peace

Might be odd long hours till we meet again

Was it a strange decision

What difference does it make

The void created cannot fade no matter

How eagerly I crave

Ayan

No more reality, you are

Figure of sanctity, somewhere

Have got to say a lot when we meet again

For a friend whom I could relate to,

who was a good human being,

who decided to burn out than fade

away, like many others who left

wihout a trace, for us to ponder

upon, for the rest of our lives