"Q: What do you want to be written on your tombstone?
A: 'Here was cremated Atul Kaushal, a free spirit', because I want to break free from the circle of life & death and live with my love in that place beyond space & time far from rebirth cycle."

So fast you fly,
And you teleport,
In time and space,
You bend each law,
And you fire the beam,
N**ow - Ka-me-ha-me-ha!!!

Atul was murdered.
In broad daylight he was slain.
Finally death had got him.
His windpipe was slit open.
But a bigger surprise awaited.
The doctors performed autopsy.
His heart was found to be missing.

His diary read:
*My chest is empty,
No heart shall ever beat,
What l feared the most,
It only did repeat,
The lover I trusted,
She walked away with my heart.

My life is sinking day by day,
And I am not scared for it.

I am aging just internally,
And my body fails now.

Be it digestive system,
Or be it respiratory.

I don't know when,
Nor how it failed.

It's only few days,
Or maybe months.

I see myself dying.

Wherever far you may go,
To whichever world,
This world is the only truth,
Rest is just a grief.

While you are smiling,
Everyone is a relative.
But when you weep,
Then you are all alone,
And you have to trod upon thorns,
Laughing becomes a pain.

Wherever far you may go...

Only disgrace stays,
Forget about benefaction.
All passion disappears,
Forget about cheerfulness.

Wherever far you may go...

The shade of a tree,
It is the least selfish.
Selflessly it gives shelter,
To all birds & animals alike.

Wherever far you may go,
To whichever world,
This world is the only truth,
Rest is just a grief.

There's a lot,
Passing between,
You and me,
Suddenly.
There's a lot,
Passing between,
You and me,
Suddenly.

Though we are separate now,
On different lands...
But we have walked along,
Holding hands...

There's a lot,
Passing between,
You and me,
Suddenly...

Though we are distant now,
So far away...
But we have moved along,
Hips in sway...

There's a lot,
Passing between,
You and me,
Suddenly...

My parents love me verily, true,
Yet I still feel the need for love, truer.

In the deepest hour of night,
Dawns a realization that they are mortal,
Everyday I feel so scared,
Alone if I am to stay,
Loneliness will **** me.

Loved by parents I am, but
Often I am so alone,
Very sad is this heart,
Engraved deep inside it,
R**osy name of my ideal lover.