'Being Own Script Writer'

“Sometimes I wish I was the alchemist of my own death

With the dates set being forgotten

And the body getting worse from normal….

The mortals laid down to rest

Making self free from life's unrest

In the most dramatic manner.

And I wish, my falling apart matters

Though I know, it won't bother.

Just another day, added to rest of the calendar dates

Where I, once, lived with my own pace

Now being visited by my mates

The picture that hold the same smiling face

Narrated millions story

Of which none could be COMPLETED.”

- Pushkin Channan