ON MY LIFE AND DEATH

Whenever, the torn memories will remind you of me, of my liveliness, of my deep and relentless love for you, just stroll towards the night firmament of stars; raise your pappy hands to the infinite expansion and ignite the holy lamp of love for the welfare of mine. And I promise, I would be honoured at some part of the world, receiving the warmth of the fumes of your lamp.
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Whenever, in the course of time, you'll get to know about my demise, then please come to me and walk over my cinders with your sleek steps, that I would have left behind. And I promise, with your ebbing tears and marching pug marks on the remains of my corpse, I would get back to my conscious state from the grave, the very moment.
Such are my PROMISES!!!

- Sidharth