Fakeer Ishavardas

I wish you all the best in life. Hell, I will even write your obituary for free.

Dead people are just great. Meet me when you are.

First of all, no messiahs are sent. Secondly, no messiah got it. Lastly, no messiah is. And if there ever was or is, maybe I too am it. As too is every dimwit.

My imaginary pal up there, Mr. NOT, tells me it's my dog-damn ism to kick your illusory he-man's ass. Now, what do you say to that?

You be good. That's your business. The rest, leave to God. That's his business.

Everybody dies. Including your messiahs. And gods.

Don't, but if at all, then, lie to the whole damn world - never to your own damn, silly stupid self.

It is no use dying, before one does.

I have met the devil - he is not!

After you die, a rare friend or family member may carry your memory throughout life. Most will forget you. As if you were never here.

If your believed in book-told god is a silly sod, you too are.

Live joyfully this life. Once gone, who knows if we ever get it back. Atheists think we do not. Mystics say you will. Either way, chill.

Remember, you are as dispensable as the most indispensable king of kings, the mighty lord of silly worldly men.

Do not believe in a god who is as silly, and meaner than you. For, that would surely be your higher-self, and your stupid alter-ego.

Were I but perfectly normal, I would just not be.

Till the time Mother Nature takes away what she had bestowed upon us for free - this wonderful gift, of life. Value it, while you have it.

Don't worry. Life goes on. With or without you. So, live it, while it's given you.

Blind-believers and staunch atheists have the same god - namely, a self-deluded, one's own shadow's bot.