Yes,

I did not pick up my phone

When my friend from Bengaluru

Rang me up thrice in two days

I wanted him to know

I wasn’t alive anymore

Why did I choose to play

This bluff on him I must tell you

Things are not like the way

They always appear

During the past several months

I have demanded to be dead

I want to see me cremated

Add more wood to the pyre

My prayers have gone unheard

Fallen on deaf ears

I want to see the last spark

Rise skywards carrying me

That I can never see

When I have no eyes and the mind to match

My friend will now pronounce me dead

And set in motion

The process of my cremation

Standing aside I shall see the last spark rise

Carrying my might and will skywards

But not me