Sitting here numbly...
Tears are freezing
heart and soul... in hibernation..
Soon everything will be frozen.

Romeo fought in a battlefield..
Won himself titles and golds
A standing ovation, applause and praises to Romeo ,
People bowed with great respect...
Walking proudly with his head held high...
ROMEO... Known to the world as a fighting HERO.

With one strong hand holding a sword..
And another arm hugging his trophy..
ROMEO was proudly declared as the conquerer of the world..

Countless of wars he won...
Thousands pieces of lands he conquered
Houses were burnt down
Women were captured, ***** and murdered..
Hundreds of children were made orphans
Families were torn apart...
Despite the talked about bravery and persona
Indeed ROMEO was a murderer ..
a blood thirsty serial killer....
So Romeo must die....

Once upon a time in history..
A great fierce man called ROMEO
Of all the battles he fought, he won..

One last battle he did lose
A piece of heart he failed to win
The heart of a woman he desired..
Imagine a disgrace of The world toughest man
Succumbed to His greatest weakness ,
Melted his cruel evil heart..
Begging for The love of his life...
A woman he truly loved ...
ROMEO ... A man she truly despised...
.. a total rejection what a shame..
Depressed... ROMEO lost the thirst to try...
SO ROMEO MUST DIE......

She...
as beautiful as a rose
Her love is so sweet
the sweetest fragrance of a rose
I love the scent of this woman..
the sweetest rose
that melts my heart..
She..
who is as beautiful as a rose..
that blooms in a golden sun
She holds a rose in her hand..
with her million dollars worth smile..
her cheek rosy when she smiles..
The rose in her soft hands..
as sweet as her smile...
outstanding as they bloom..
She...
her blooming eyes,
red roses delight in those pair.
I could see her heart in the rose she holds..
In her heart a garden of rose....
What a beautiful rose she is...

They weighed me again today
freaking scared of my weight
heard them talk of controlling my diet
will minimize my food intake
will also get a vet to give me some pills
Oh everyone chill.. chill...

I am not fat,I am just a little cute
I am not obese, just a little heavy
I am just a little tired,
feeling dizzy of this obesity story
Excuse me...
May I get some rest and sleep?

I promise I will jump more
instead of lazying around
on mom's sofa...
I promise I will not be potato couch
avoid my favourite TV shows
and stop munching more Chipsmore
I promise I promise
I'd be your cutest cuddly Harry...
forever!

~ Sharina~

Sukarkah sekeping  hati seorang wanita itu di fahami?
Is it too difficult
To understand a woman's heart?
Just her piece of heart

Hati wanita
A woman's heart

Kadangkala keras membatu
Sometimes too hard

Bak kerikil di jalanan
Just as hard as the stones
in the streets

Sekeuat  ketulan ais di Antartika
as tough as an iceberg in Antartica..

Hati wanita
A woman's heart

Kadangkala dingin membeku
Sometimes as cold as ice

Kadangkala luka  merah berdarah
Sometimes as red as it bleeds

Kadangkala duka bungkam dan lara
Sometimes too sad, almost grieving

Kadangkala tenang putih suci bak salju
Sometimes too calm, too pure
as white as the snow

Kadangkalanya selembut bulu pelepah
Sometimes as soft the feathers

Hati wanita
A woman's heart

Damai yang dicari
Always Searching for a peaceful soul

Langit tinggi ingin di gapai
Searching in the sky so high

Terbang jauh mencecah awan..
Flying up in the blue blue sky

Bahagia yang didamba...
Every woman seeks happiness

Hanya tersemat di dalam hati
Yet locking the desires  at heart

Tersimpan seribu rahsia wanita
misteri.......
A woman's heart like an untold tales
the safest place where secrets and mysteries are sealed..

Selamanya di hati seorang bernama wanita
tightly sealed in a woman's heart forever.....

Mummy what's for breakfast?
My tummy starts to ramble
Can you hear?
Hurry mom!! Soon I will have gas..
and gas is trouble... trouble...

Oh my poor child...
Come in the kitchen..
Pass me the Gardenia bread...
all i need is 8 slices of bread
a cup of low fat milk
one fresh egg
3 tablespoonful of brown sugar
and a pinch of salt..
Walla here's the mixer,
mix it well my child..

Now help me put the slices in a tin
A dash of cinnamon, in every slices
and here we are raisins on the top...
Help mummy with steamer now dear
everything is set....
In less than 20 minutes..
We will get your tummy settled....
Breakkfast! Rise and Shine!!!!

She thought she has understood it clear
That love is only a game to play
When she feels bored and out of place
Someone is there,  a game to share with

She understood it so very clearly
A game of heart, so let's play it fair
To Win some, To lose some
A love game between two players
The game of hearts,
Attracting, flattering, sweet talking, seducing...
losing or winning
doesn't really matter...
the pleasure is the game...

Just a fling of romance,
In the name of a game
Steal each others heart...
and be safe and sound
a risky game...
to love for
to die for
and  to leave free upon a game over
no strings attached....understood it clear
after all.... its only a game of love

She thought the game is in the grip of her hands
understood the game so clear
Played with the rules of the game...
A game is nothing but a game...
Too egoistic to admit...
That emotions and feelings cannot be bought
can never be part of a game...
To these.....
She Lost herself in her own game
Unplanned, Unprepared, Unprofessional...
Both players were

A dangerous game... love is...
What she thought as a play of love
Is a strong flame indeed, hard to put out..
hard to cool off...
what a dangerous game of  heart
to play fire with fire
a fire of real desire...
it burns the skin so deep....

The players are hooked in the end..
lost their navigation....in the game they thought
They have understood...
What they thought a GOODBYE
after They grabbed some tokens
as the exchange of love..
is an unexpected FOREVER stays...
In this game of the hearts
Success or defeats...
unskillful Players become lovers...
attached... inseparable...
even when the game is OVER!

When she falls, she falls hard...
play not with the game of heart...

Funny how I feel inside
When my eyes meet yours
and your eyes meet mine
Its like the snow is melting in my heart
and I am drowning in the sea of love...

We might not be rich with property
Mom said with education we were rich kids already
We might not have the money to spend for holidays..
In our small home… we were the richest with love, respect and honesty…
With all the simplicity in life we lived contentedly…


We might not have a colored TV…
Never dreamt of a library of Enid Blyton or Dickens
We had MOM who amused us with her amazing bedtime stories…
Kids talked of SUPERMAN and SPIDERMAN in the movies
Lucky we were …we had a living superhero and he was our DADDY…

That was our life back then….
A meal of Hardship a cup of misery…
Mom came home tired but always looked happy…
Dad stood at the door…shouted our names and hugged each of us lovingly…

No success in life would come so easily…
For each teardrop and the past life difficulty,
Each hurdle, each obstacle in life
Each challenge we faced was the greatest pain in past life history…
Together we faced them… with the help of god Almighty…
We became who we are today…eventually
What lesson did we learn from this unforgettable life tragedy?
Bittersweet life…We came to learn to appreciate things in our life so humbly…..
Thank you god, Thank you mom Thank you dad… for this incredible story…

It really doesn't matter if you love a human or an animal
If only that love is sincere
And love can be expressed
In many different forms
Like patiently waiting for mommy to come back from work...
like listening to all her grievances even if you don't
Understand a thing...
Even if it means
One day you have
to say good bye...
Love is queer in many ways
In happiness comes sadness...
In pain is sweetness...
Bitter and sweet
Part and parcel of life
And letting go
Is inner peace...

The last Ramadhan we weren’t together..
A lot of hurt and pain in the heart..
What is past should remain in the past..
On this new holy Ramadhan..
Let us forgive and forget…
Let us reunite in love, joy and peace…
May our hearts be pure from hate..
may our souls be free from rage and evil…
Have the heart of fasting and prayer
and light the darkness in our hearts….
On this holy Ramadhan……
Welcome Ramadhan, the blessed visitor.
May my Ramadhan be blessed..
and yours too….

The lady in red shoes
She has no absolute clues
On Monday morning blues
She Whistles the song "FOOTLOOSE"

It isn't about the shoes
The red pair she choose
Strangely, someone called Bruce
Offered her apple juice

It isn't about the shoes
but the color that she choose
Oh... she should never loose
Her pair of red colored shoes.......

When I was annoyed I called you TOM
and you were very mad you yelled….
HEY YOU JERRY…
aren’t we? really like Tom and Jerry?

You always broke my heart..
and I hurt you back…..
You tore my soul apart….
and I hated you…..
you said you loved me…. and I hated you left…
I hate despite of the pain… I care…
I hate despite of the hurt…. I love…

You annoyed me so much….
and I despised you…..
Never we had… to come to a compromise…..
Never we had… to come to an understanding….
but I hate most…..
how…… I cant hate you…

But Tom…. you have captured my heart…
I cant escape you anymore….
If this love and hate relationship of us……
Is a sign of LOVE…
Lets sail on a Journey called Life.. love….
Come on dear Tom…..
Jerry cant live without…….you…..

Handbags
She adores designers labeled handbags
Lavished herself in Paris, New York, London
Approximately millions in RM
She had handbags
Louis Vutton, Paris Hilton, Channel etc etc…
Just name them…
Close to 3 thousands I guess
some she bought
some were given
Certainly Not ordinary people
Like you or me
Can afford to buy…

Some years on
All collection are still kept
Collecting dust in the closet
now the only
use for them
is to be stored
away to rot

why were they
not sold?
Imagine the lucrative profits
Can feed millions of poor kids
Send them to school
Make them learn ABC instead
Just another example
of how poverty
is shortchanged
by greedy elitist minority

Something is burning in his heart
his wicked soul
An endless desire
hungry for power and fame..
to be the sole owner of the mother nature
There is  fire in his evil eyes
Its his desire... his greed...
A land conqueror he will be
Try to disobey and
  play your own rules
With the angriest fire
he will set this world on flame
with his fierce desire.
and you will succumb to his wants and needs..
surrender all your possessions...
to this lord of the forest, the jungle and the land...

He sets this land to blaze at last
hate, rage , jealousy, vengeance
The forest is set on fire
soon this forest and the entire land
will be  his...
The devil on fire.
There is a fire in his eyes
Fire in his spirit… fire in his soul
It keeps burning … his hatred accumulates
  burns with his deadliest desire
spreading like a forest fire
This fire is ever burning so hot..
The devil sets the world on fire...
  The unbearable hell fire on earth...

Should have known ....
your life would change completely..
What were you thinking ?
Have you lost your mind?
You clicked that button ACCEPT
the fake romance started
Your soul was sold
Bought so easily by the evil heart
So ignorance you were
You’ve been blinded, blinded...

You were deaf and dumbed...
Tangled yourself in the web of lies
Your craving for love landed you in deceit.
You let your heart be captivated
Manipulated with sweet words of false love

You casted those who have loved you...
Comfortable you were in this fake love life..
He was a scam, scams of the heart..
He was a king scammer...
A great cunning pretender
He valued your money not your love or life..

He fancied your bank accounts rather than your future..
What a pity first false impression..
Seduced by charms and lyrics of poems
A lying Heart is a weapon to crush a trusted soul..
Your sinful heart blinded a pure white soul
You tricked and cheated and you fooled shamelessly
You tarnished ones reputation
left her in shame, penniless and broken hearted..
You scammed her vulnerable heart...
Nothing you are worth...
Scams of the heart.....

I said he's just somebody that I used to know.
You asked me to explain it and you wouldn't stop.
I said well he's just somebody that I used to know.
You asked me once again and wouldn't let it drop.

I said it's an old story from an older time.
But then you found his name engraved upon my heart.
The main character  in a  tale of my life
been keeping it as a secret till...
I find myself and yourself standing far apart.
I tried to make it better but it didn't work,
and promises once broken can't be made again.
The end of our relationship came with a ****.
The end of something special brings a special pain.
And still the worst part of this sorry tale of woe -
is that he's just somebody that I used to know.
meet and met
like and  liked
know and knew
love and  loved
He ain't somebody you know
He is just somebody that I used to know...

Enchanted Evening
sipping iced lemon tea
the cooling sea breeze
refreshing, rejuvenating
dreaming on a hammock
under a coconut trea
enjoying the warmth of evening sun
just before the sunset
spending the last hours of the day
hours of standing, talking, writing...
now the time to relax
in a secret hideaway...
let the gentle wind massages your skin...
and pampers your day....

In this barren land..
You are all alone
Seizing the opportunity
The devil whispers
Lure your stubborn heart
Deceive your weakened soul

Collect your stones and throw..
Each one of the devils..
Tarnish them...  banish the devils
Desert them in the dungeon of darkness
Let the evils gather with joy
to dance their wicked souls

On the judgement day
you'd stand tall
Your deeds and your risen iman
Your success in tests and trials
Proudly you live
to witness the fallen evils

Alhamdulillah you've completed
your hajj.......
The test of patience....and faith...

As you walk down the aisle
Wearing white from head to toe
Daddy's hand in your hand
and you both walk slow and steady
My heart beats a little faster
as you approach the altar
Where your charming groom is standing
impatiently waiting to kiss his bride..

My daughter.. the prettiest bride ever
the wedding gown suits you perfectly
and the flowers looks pretty...
everybody is smiling...
the romantic music fits.... and the ceremony is perfect

and here I am the mother of the bride...
with a handkerchief drenched with tears
my baby is going today...
a step a head into into her adulthood era
a matrimony... a new bond is made
I felt  a pang of sadness deep inside me
a sudden grief....
the fact of giving away my daughter to a man
a man almost a stranger to me...
I wanted to hate this little chap
But isn't he my daughter's happiness?

HE ...who'd promised to treat her good...
but I know myself no matter how good
he'd said he would be....
how dashing how romantic he is
how super perfect he is going to be
his love is immeasurable to our love
we have fallen in love with our angel since ...
forever...
Dear daughter,
As he kissed you today and pronounced you his wife
and ask you to pack your things up
put all your belongings in his fancy car
and take you for a honeymoon
to a destination you both cant forget.....
just remember.... if nothing...
if nothing should happen between you two
and you feel a little lost
and you  need me or your dad
whenever you need us..
we are always here for you....
forever we will be here for our angel...

the bride happily kissed her mom and left....
with the man of her dream...
and the mother of the bride continues to cry...
She cries ... in silent pretending to smile...
a fake wedding smile

He stops to smile
He becomes a statue
No gestures of love
No Darling I love you...

Must be my mistake
My words , my doings,
What I did wrong?
He remains speechless
Expressionless
Dumb like a still picture
That boring face..
Sulking of course...

I'd leave you fighting
with your own emotions
I am drowning
in my own thoughts
to hack the statue of you
is there a way to break this solid rock?
is there a way to  melt
a cold hearted soul?
soon..
I'd break you
Soon I'd melt you
I would find out...
When there's a will
There's a way...

One stormy night
In a blink of an eye
Everything changed
A tragedy…
This once colorful life… is now dark blue and grey
So fast it changed
No beautiful blue sky, no Orange sun…
Colorless days… gloomy dark blue nights
How could the bright sunlight..
Be so solemn and sad
This once colorful nature
Abruptly, entirely, completely turned colorless
Lifeless, like a still picture..
How could the colorful rainbow
Is too lazy to portray its dazzling beauty?
Where is the delightful day?
And the raindrops taste so bitter
Crying as its pouring with this poor heart..
Warm and salty tears…
Colorless life, Is the world sulking today?
Praying for the sun to shine again
And add some colors…
To this poor lifeless soul..
Paint it again…
Paint this empty heart with colors..
So it can bear one colorless day
And be secure once more…
In many colorful ways
In many colorful days

Yesterday I was a school going kid
Always Hungry for knowledge
Always Thirsty for lessons of life
Obediently sitting in a large noisy class
Listening and recording every words preached
Hoping they were stored forever...
Or atleast before the exam day was over

Today I still go to school
Twice a week
with a bunch of happy people
We have fun learning!
embarassing ourselves mostly
In the most intellectual way!!
laughing at ourselves for being silly
Sometimes unsure
whether we are hungry or thirsty
But knowledge is like the sea...
Endless and wide.

Rather ...
We are desperate to digest it all
The ZPD, Scaffolding, Sociocultural and Constructivism?
Hey hey whose theory?
And Skinner, Pavlov, Vygotsky and Chomsky
Hope they are here to tell us a story.

To go or to let go
Hard .. dont you know?
Decided to go with the flow...
Determined that one day
We will stand tall
On that humble stage
Wearing that long pretty robe ...
in our hands a scroll...
There's nothing like having a PHD
With your sweat and tears...
and a whole lot of laughters too....
The feelings?
Of course... unexplainable
The experience?
PRICELESS!!!

Oh! What a freezing cold winter morning
Everything is white.. everything looks frozen
I find myself in the state of mourning...
Not a single soul, complete silent.. unspoken..

The grave silent winter’s day today
On this chilly winter morning...
The memory of you is within me everyday...
This frosty winter morning.. its you, whom I am longing...

The winter skies are clear and bright...
The chilly breeze touches my skin..
Your handsome grin will be such a delight..
If you shall lay next to me skin to skin....

The Last winter we were together
In front of that fire place.. We cuddled each other
Throwing snow ***** like we were teenager
In this world only you and me lived together....

How i wish on this winter’s day..
That your love for me will never die...
I have faced the sun on the summer’s day
The emptiness on this winter ?i can never lie..

Your eyes aren’t eyes.
They’re bees.
I can find no cure for their sting.

Your eyes aren't eyes
They're telescopes
The deepest layer of my heart  I cannot hide

Your eyes aren't eyes
They're knives
I cry when it pierces my heart open

Your eyes aren't eyes
They are bows and arrows
I can be an archer's fan in archery sport

Your eyes aren't eyes
They're home
I can see how wonderful my life  in there

Your eyes aren't eyes
They are magic potion
I melt I die upon a gaze of your eyes..

It took me a thousand years
To finally realize
You have gone
You'd left  me forever

It took me a lifetime
To learn to accept
It should have been
me
before you...........

I remember those pretty marbles
Cousin Ted gave me to keep
Off to Europe ... he went to travel...
Agreed.. thought I ‘d  do him good deed...

Counted each one just before I went to bed
Counted them again everytime I was out of bed
These precious marbles would remind me of Ted
He was gone... missed him...thought I’d rather be dead...

Ten colorful marbles in my pocket
In the left pocket of my pink purple polkadot skirt
Lost my balance I fell into a pool of dirt...
I went blind my glasses was covered with dirt
Ruined my shirt...  dirtied my newest skirt...
I’ve lost my marbles... Oh ****!
...... that was even hurt...

a flower in her hand ,
colours in her writing fall gently from her hand ...
blossoms in her prose writing of things that she knows...
a rose she will say, in words that display,
a fine mind as words pour.in torrents like a waterfall ,
a boquet begun lillies and sun flowers
hung in writings of love passion for this art..
the words that say "how was your day ?
"dressed in fine display ..
a fine hand that say "this is for you "
if tears it does bring then my words
to impart have reached your beating heart
the words become flowers written
from the hand of magic it imparts .

midnight
silent and lonely
a glimpse in a shimmering light
Dance a Tooth Fairy...
a new mission ,she finds a road map...
a girl to kidnap...
she who just had a scrumptious dinner....
a pizza, a pasta and a muffin blueberry!!!

Everybody says DONT YOU CRY....
But I hurt so bad
I need to cry
pain cant hide
pain cant heal
needs to EXPLODE
massive EXPLOSION means CRY!

my tears are brimming in my eyes..
Expect a Heavy downpour now
the tiny drops is waiting for no signal
BUT aren't you too big girl to cry?
That was what they said yesterday
Thats what they are saying again now

Kleenex where are you?
Wipe away the tears with my sleeve instead
Too shy to let them see
Tears of a big girl..
They say big girls dont cry...

Let me choose to cry in silent
In silent I cry...
see no tears , no tears

Too embarrass I am a big girl now
So I hide my tears within..
Discreetly, emotionally
keep reminding my self
I am too big girl to cry...

Once I met a kind,
and friendly old man
He'd become a good friend of mine
We talked about life and his future plans
He is too in love
with the beautiful nature
of his proud land.

Joe lives in a fantasy land
dreams of childhood days
Walks down the memory lane

He planted daisies
and plucked wild berries
the birds singing
the bees buzzing
the rhythm of nature
he loves to cherish...

What a magnificent hometown
he proudly  described.
As he sits in his little fairyland
Where he dreams and writes.

He said I was his mentor
He learned to write from a tutor
He didn't  notice how diligent he was as my teacher
When he praised my writes he gave me flower.

Today... Joe is older
But he'd never grown weaker
Once he marched in several wars
Made England proud of its brave soldier.

life goes on
and he moves on
enjoying the wilderness
on his own..
Dear Joe Cole
You'd never be alone
my words and yours in all good poems........

Emptiness
Beginning and ending
Emptiness
To come and to leave
to heal your troubled soul
What have you kept inside you?
Beside your emptiness?

Emptiness
a body without a soul
a heart without a home
a life without a passion
a love without a tender care

Emptiness
without his love I am broken
without his care I am numb
without his touch I am dead
without his blessing I break, fall and fail

emptiness
return to originality
return to purity
return to the greatness of god's almighty
return to faith ... my losing faith

Empty heart, wounded soul
Cry out loud to you..
a weakened soul healer
God almighty....

A secret it must stay
Sad blue eyes
if only to reveal
the fleeting moment
of unspoken thoughts
of unbridled love
all too soon to disappear
in a sip of an afternoon tea
and the lingering after taste
of a secret affair.

I got the lock
You gave me key
Look at us now
Just
You
And
Me..

Don not be afraid to make mistakes,
Mistakes are the best teachers
Who encourage us to learn what is right
from what we did wrong
and mistakes teach a lesson
which we seldom forget
Unconvinced aren't you?
  Hello!!!
How many time do you think Albert Einstein tried and adjusted
Tumbled and fell
all the people called him crazy, remember?
but he never stopped trying....
Tell me when he did stop?

You are still the first thing
on my mind
when I open my eyes
in the morning
when the birds chirping
in our used to be garden
You are still the last thing
I have on my mind
before I covers my face
and close my eyes
tossing and turning
on this king sized bed...
In between my sleep
You appear with your kindest smiles
Your dancing eyes
never left your handsome face
You are too vivid
How would I believe
that now everything is in past tense?

Daisy petal peeps
Deep inside my eyes
And sings me a tender love song
Of false hopes and promises
I listen with my crying heart
Torn to broken pieces
I listen with my sad eyes
Brimming with tears
I drowned in colored silky pearls
Streamed of my lonely tears...
Magical daisy love song!
Touches my heart
Bleeds my lost soul...
The visions of...
The broken pieces of yesterday
In every daisy petals
Please...
Don't sing me sad love song...

An antidote to stress
Is unconditional love
From a lover to another
From a mother to her daughter
Kind and tender love...
Sweet and everlasting..

They speak of peace and stability
while  vacationing in a dreamland      
reality hurts
sweet words are lies
when actions speak the loudest
   the truth will prevail
    honesty is gold

The castle went into chaos
The queen ran amok in the chamber
A coronation day parade
and she had just lost her tiara
All the maids were ordered to search
on the bed, under the silky bed sheet,
in the closet, everywhere....
but failed to locate the missing tiara..
oh where did it go?
this priceless tiara?
Running late... for the parade
The King barged in with the wizard...
This time to locate the status of the tiara
A cast of a spell that worked
The work of evil was succesful!
The magic ball in the wizard's hand
a face of a wicked witch who cunningly
disguised as a raven  who came by
at the queen's chamber that morning...
and it flew away.. away...
with the precious 12 carat diamond coated tiara
just when everybody was busy tightening
the queen's corset ,
the raven witch snatched an advantage
Poor Queen ....
incomplete without her tiara
but the parade went on....

It isn't just one ordinary car
It isn't just a useless transportation
No one dares to touch it
No one cares to drive it
They wanted to sell it
for practical reason
I wanted to preserve it
For sentimental reason
Its my dead brother's car anyway
You people never knew how proud
he was when I signed the papers
and grinned.. that  brand new car is yours bro..
Fine then... let go of that old machine
and vanish all the bitter sweet memories
Never... ever.. talk again about him
infront of me...
Yes.. I am being irrational , irrelevant
but I loved my brother
and everything about him
is my sentimental value...

Afternoon nap, a siesta!
the spectacular view,
but eyes are told to shut
the sound of the ocean waves,
but ears are made to close
Perfect siesta!
The mind is dancing with the ocean waves..
The sea breeze is massaging the tired skin..
Dreams of heaven in my mind
Far off places, far away from this life
Relaxing...
The body, the mind and the soul...

Let's be fair to love
Love doesn't come and go
Love is not day and night
Love is not a weather
That can be changed within a day
Love is not seasonal
that changes upon time
Love is in the deepest heart that stays
shall never move or sway
Be it winter or summer
Bet it autumn or fall
In all seasons love stays...
Be it Tsunami or earthquakes...
Be it monsoon season or droughts..
True love stays
True Lovers don't stray...

Your life is full of agony
A victim of slanders and hate
Accumulation of grievances
of years being shunned away
from your rightful position on the throne..
Cant blame you though
For your temptation to retaliate
Try to put my feet in your shoes
Cant imagine to be as strong as you
of the voices unheard
of the opportunities rejected
of the freedom denied
of the rights deprived
of the life laughed at
of the mental torture
of all the torments in your heart...
Do Revenge... I am with you
If you fall and fail
I am still here for you
to wipe all your sorrows away..

Just bought some capsicums
Big,round, fresh capsicums
Sweet and sour chicken in the menu
some fresh tomatoes, ginger and onions
A great recipe from mom's kitchen,
doesn't it sound and smell awesome?

green and red capsicums on the table
Take a sharp knife to cut them into halves
Paprika adds  flavor to my chicken recipe
The taste I must adore...

Surprise Surprise...  almost trip from the kitchen stool
A sharp knife falls on the kitchen floor
The green capsicums screams in despair...
" Are you really cutting me to pieces?"
And the red capsicums yell,
" Cut the greens not the reds?"
Is this my imagination ? Am I cooking in a dream?
capsicums can speak? Oh.. They really speak...
and pleading me to omit them from the recipe...
Again I look at the pretty capsicums..
Deciding whether to cook them or not

To capsicum I offer this thanks,
when needing something like peppers
It's you I very much adore,
Without, this recipe is lacking in so many ways.

Decided! In mom's kitchen
There is no compromise
Pretty capsicums green and red...
In my cooking *** you go.....

spotted that petite lady
In our zumba class today
She doesn't look familiar
But I could simply guess her story
In her every moves
In her every curves
She is battling inside
her struggles died slowly
With every zumba beats
Hey zumba lady
Life ***** yeay
Forget yesterdays...
Have funky zumba day with me..

Its a silent chilly night
Sitting here alone
My boredom is maximum
Decided I need a night out..
Perhaps just a walk and breathe some fresh air...

Walking past the old museum
A glimpse of an old man
sitting on a chair...
His shadow on the wall can tell
Just how bored he must have been
Working all night long..
especially on a chilly winter night

I approach the old watchman
Offers him a cigarette,
It may sound crazy
but I really need a company
This Night watchman  says, quite surprisingly,
" everything is quiet"
too dead in the museum...
as if he understands my curiosity
about being a night watchman

I don't need to probe more
he says its too eerie in the inside
surrounded with a hundred to 800 years old artifacts
and some classic works of dead artists
I work for the pay... he says...
I don't need to protect the antiques..
To this I am quite amazed...
but he says, " at night when everything is dark and quiet"
the museum comes to life...
my heart beats faster to this...
a real creepy story.. he is telling me..

He admits having difficulty to breathe
when he sees all the musical instruments
played by themselves one night...
when he tried to run... all doors are locked by themselves
he even peed in his pants watching all the statues
dancing and partying in every floors of this very very old museum
a spooky place... yes... ghostly spirits yes...
name it.. he says "I have met them all"
and even shake hands with them every night...

I have cold sweats... I have goosebumps...
I ask him whether he'd like a tuna sandwich
I'd go and buy them and come back for more chats with him
Its 3 am and I am listening to all these horror stories
from an old night watchman...

He agrees for the offer of sandwich
and demands for a black coffee too...
I runs to the nearest Seven Eleven
and returns as soon as possible...

I am standing here now in front of the old museum
with sandwich and coffee in my hand...
The Night watchman isn't there anymore...
he just disappears...

Curiosity makes me come back
the very next day
only to find out..
the Night watchman I talked to ...
and smoked with...
has passed away a year ago...
what an eerie feeling...
I just had an interview with  a dead Night watchman...

I smelled honey and goat cheese
Been kneading the dough
in Mom's traditional bakery
Met one gorgeous crazy guy in the 60's
Over the french breads and ovens
he fished me out
with a twist and turn
all through the night..
We did the twist and shout
The crowd applauded
on this dance floor..
we did the twist and shout

I want to be a child again
Don’t care about politics or any stupid wars
I want to be a child again
I dont care who would first to walk on the moon
I want to be a child again
Neither Obama nor Osama would spoil my days
.. I want to be a child again
Don’t bother if my dad forgets to pay his  tax and bills
I want to be a child again
I dont have to know where Afghanistan or Syria is..
I want to be a child again..
Never need to worry about crude oil price
I want to be a child again..
No one except my mummy can enter my territory
I want to be a child again..
Could sit on daddy’s lap only wearing a *****
I want to be a child again…
I could play in the sun all day….
don't bother whether i get so *****
I want to be a child again
I could finish a bowl of ice-cream
without feeling so guilty..
and eat a big slice of chocolate cake
dont care whether i gain 2 kilos in a day...
i want to be a child again...
no matter how ugly or naughty
mom and dad would love me anyway.....

Once upon a time  a circus came to town
A famous circus called The Amazing Brown
Kids were overwhelmed  to meet the clown..
The famous Bozzo the clown was in their town

Intelligent Bozzo  embraced the crowd
A stupid looking clown  but intelligent performances
His  silly psychotic acts were beyond imagination
The claps, the cheers, the laughters filled the circus air
The crowd applauded... wanting more..
Hungry for light and easy entertainment,
Regardless the bad weather , tickets were bought...
The  ****** clown Bozzo , the talk of the town  

what was so  weird about  this funny clown?
Masked behind his funny looking costume..
A cruel ****** killer , a demonic heart... a satanic soul..
Disguised himself as Bozzo on stage...
Pretended to be sweet, funny, intelligent ..
A ****** instead..
Somewhere , sometime ago, this demon has killed...
A  child murderer he was,  a serial killer...
Hidden behind his stupid mask.. an angry soul..
Preying for the next victim... a perfect time.. to taste the human blood again..
Meanwhile... enjoy Bozzo the famous clown.