Bullet Through My Head

felt like a bullet moved through my head...

as slowly as it could try to fly...

the shot was fired by me at myself...

as i tried to eat the golden fly....

as the lead penetrated my darkish skull...

i felt some pain on my innocent skin...

the mourning of those poor souls ...

made me wish that they were thin...

as the metal entered my chained brain...

i felt the pain descend in the air..

a burnt hole was left behind....

but my ugly greed didn't let me care...

i smirked at the stupidity of my bullet...

as i didn't know the truth till then...

what i felt had vanished at the surface..

was deep inside my skull by then....

 

and the damage done was the numb agony ...

as my brain couldn't ever feel the pain ..

but it got the horrifying idea...

of which of it's parts was getting slain...

this feeling of destruction inside my head...

brought to my heart an expected regret...

but by then the killer had done the damage...

and there was no use of futile fret...

while the metal was sinking in my skull...

i thought of ways to kill the killer...

to let the bullet die it's own death ...

was the only way to murder the sinner...

so i left the lead inside my head....

and walked around to see glittering stars...

my walk ended in fascinating thoughts..

and my murderer was dead by his own scars...

i touched my head to feel the hole...

but there was no hole left behind...

instead there were hair back on my head..

reflecting away my brave shine......

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...