“I am waiting for your last breath” says angel Azrael every night and morning standing near my bed
What is life if not a mere accident?
The event of my birth remains the everlasting torment what else hell would be if not life itself
Death is my only salvation all else a theatrical drama
I took an immense pleasure passing by cemetery’s in middle of the nights
One’s death should always remain a mystery in order to avoid anyone to pray or sympathize for you.
To die among wild animals than humans is a privilege
I would happily exchange savagery of a beast with intellect of a human
Heaven must not a have a market place to buy and sell
I can bear anything except an empty prayer
When one dies worms ate our flesh why not have a change and let the animals enjoy human flesh (Karma)
I don’t want anyone to pray for me I just want them to forget me as I never existed
What is the point of throwing human corpses into graves?
Why was I born? Why would I die? Why would anyone dies?
God created man in his image for what? To justify He is God? All these petty stifles for proving a single point! What cruelty and crime
If anyone asks me “How are you” I shall always reply “Nor Good nor bad”
I never suffered from Insomnia but slumberness