The last call of cukdukoo

i lay there waiting... 

for the final blow...

that will set things equal...

and let me go.

i could smell the blood ...

that my dearest lost...

the pleasure of few...

was thier life's cost ...

you will cut my head...

and chop me to peices...

then boil me in water...

and cook me in spices...

i don't know any thing ...

that i just said ...

as my brain is small...

and my head is red...

but i can still feel the pain...

and see my death calling out loud...

as you prepare to make your supper...

i prepare to scream and shout...

i could not run from the truth i am...

i was born for a one night show...

the knife cuts my neck in two..

and i am dead, there you go...

cukdukoo...cukduuuuuuu...

Fight for a candy

the sun can light only half the earth ..

the other half has to be lit by you...

the price of joy is great indeed...

your deligence has to pay the dues..

to get the diamonds out of the holes..

your slick body will have to choose...

to burrow down the darkest alleys...

or to keep standing in empty ques...

to push a mountain out of your path...

and to pull the sky down to your shoes..

all you need is the heart of a lion..

and a tiger will ready to be lose...

to live a life of honour and freedom...

and to fight back at life's abuse...

you will have to feel the will inside..

and toil to the light without an excuse...

if you don't want to die and don't want to lose..

then wake up to realise.....

dreaming about heaven is of no good use...