Does the distance
hurt your heart more?
I guess not...
Far and away
Less burden
Less headache
Free and easy...
Your way...

Does my silence
bleeds your ego more?
I doubt the pang of anger
The painful looks in your eyes
Its just your rebellious way
of saying I should stay...
while you stray...

Talk to my hand
I don't say anymore..
Mr Arrogant... have your way
No way!!! I'd stay
Waving my last Goodbye
Anyway!!!

To tarnish an image
To break a heart
To tear a soul
To put a shame
Just a split second..
To bounce back and breathe
Confidence
Perseverance
Believe
A strong will inside...
The winning power
in you...

They called me cute and sweet
I am confused sometimes
Am I human or a cat?
They cuddle me night and day
They pamper me like a child
My food is called SWEETHEART
My bed is with mom and dad
I am Harry, my mom's Prince,
My dad's best friend
My siblings companion.

I am super naughty,
I am the devil of the house
I make mom's heart boil
I turn her kitchen upside down
mom looks mad but she only smiles
sweet surprise..
They love the precious me still
like no other...

Mom and dad, brother and sisters
Let me tell you something today
and sorry for being brutally honest
Today as I sat by the window
I saw someone I like
It walks, it meows, it looks like me,
four legged, furry, slightly smaller, cuter
but it sounds like me...
but lovelier, yes sweeter
Please tell me, what is the life
outside this very window?
Am I allowed to say hi to my first friend
that meows?

A poet is a diplomatic kind of person
She lies metaphorically
Revealing the truths figuratively...
Being cynical in between the lines...
Sometimes swear in similes
Provocative in a classy way
vocabularies are sewn with elegance
A diplomatic poet's way!

Something is burning in my heart
An endless desire
My love on fire
Its you.. I desire
Come on lets dance and play
With the bright light of fire
Before we walk down the aisle..

We are the perfect two..
There is a fire in your eyes and mine
Fire in spirit… fire in our soul
It keeps burning … love fire never dies
in your eyes there is a fire
In mine it burns with desire
spreading like a forest fire
This fire is ever burning so hot..

The fire does not hurt as it burns my flesh
For this fire is not fire
But this fire is love
And with love I burn
For the one I love
To keep the love alive…
Let the fire burning forever

How silent is the mountain
It Stood there then
It Stood there now
It Stood there still
unmoved.. undisturbed.. Undistracted
Frozen and Cold...
But its there..

Isolated and mysterious
A pin drop silent
surrounds the atmosphere
A roar I heard from nowhere
A ray of sunlight from between the trees
Am I imagining things..
At the peak of Mount Kinabalu i am now standing..
Breathless... I collapsed to the ground
But I am so so proud...

I wish to praise this mountain
For standing still and strong for hundred of years
Never has it changed or moved
Never has it left or dissappeared..

It stood as it is.. loyal as it is..
Attached.. intact To the earth and ground..
Never separated, never let you down..
It is there.. standing there
so strong.. so tough.. so tall..
It is freaking cold.. I am freezing to death..
Chills to the bone..

But i have been so bold..
I have conquered this mountain top
I am never gonna look back..
Its my mountain.. Its yours too..

A sorrowful story to tell
Be strong... Be tough...
Promise... don't break down and cry
Perfect illusion of love
But why... can't you tell
The feelings...
like we are living in hell...
Faking love is a silent crime
An endless silent cry...
Deceived...
A never ending sorrowful story...

I can't be without my imagination...
meditation is to surf
through the flow of thoughts
to get more into a positive state of mind
Sometimes in negative tone
Sometimes a nightmare alone
Sometimes I am drowning
deep...
suffocating.. barely breathing
Sometimes I submerge
struggling to breathe on the surface...
Sometimes on romantic moods
Sunbathing at a scenic beach
or dancing , kissing romantically in the rain
My adventurous thoughts
my secret rendezvous...
are all mine and mine alone...
Then I am back
on my computer.. typing words
The beauty of a poet's mind
is beyond explanation...

Again...I missed the school bus
Easy...I blamed my dad
He ran too slow
Failed to chase the bus for me
Disgusted... I refused to speak
Annoyed...Sitting in the living...
Staring at the window..
Outside a heavy downpour...
Silently blaming the rain
If it wasn’t too cold that morning..
I wouldn’t have pulled my blanket ...
And closed my eyes too tight...
A ROARING rain in my heart...

I heard dad was shouting at mom
He blamed mom for waking up late
An expected storm ... mom bursts in the kitchen...
No blaming me she said... extremely loud
The alarm clock... went silent you know!!
A chocked in her throat...
A tiny tear at the corner of her eyes...
Steamy Air of tension surrounded the house...

It was easy to blame the alarm clock
For a moment I thought...
It wouldn’t shout back to defend itself
It went dead... it wasn’t anybody’s fault...
I missed the bus, dad missed his work...
Mom missed her "morning good bye" kiss...
The cute alarm clock ... a gift from my aunty
Stood by the bed so timidly... so innocently...

Unexpectedly...
My Furious-ed dad... threw the alarm clock out the window
Surprisingly... it was screaming in the rain
Perhaps...Tired of our blaming game..
Funny...As it fell to the ground..
Kring!! Kring!! Kring!! So loud so clear was the sound..
Instead of getting mad...
Dad, Mom and me... giggled...
We were all laughing like mad...
A damaged machine in the heavy rain...
Tickled our hearts...

A complete silence...
Like the silence of a sleeping child,
Like the silence of wilting roses,
Like the silence of deep oceans,
Whatever it is,
It is a real pleasure,
The silence between you and me,
The silence bringing us closer,
And closer,
All the unspoken words,
All the unexpressed emotions,
Are thankful to this silence,
The beautiful silence...
The deadly silence...

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green.

Waking up at dawn
Neither argue nor yawn
My child bathed himself
Joining his mom and dad
Waiting for the call of prayer

Performing 'Fajr' prayer
while the whole universe
rolling in deep sleep
But never does he frown
To wake up and pray at dawn

Zooming in your inner self
Self reflection
a mandatory
Self realization
to know whats best
To realize your weakness
To reveal your mistakes
So you'd be wiser
as you experience
progress in the life journey

a quiet moment for yourself
for once....
the clock ticks slow...
in the wee  hours of  silence
the night is getting cold
You weep yourself
as you put your head down
your forehead touches the praying mat
say your prayers between your breath
asking god to forgive your sins...
hoping god to listen...
begging god to fulfill your wishes
drench with honest tears..
tears is soul purification
tears can cleanse your soul...
to make it as pure as gold..
again..

would you give him your nicest room?

would you serve him your signature meal?

Would you hide some magazines and put
The Quran where it should be?

Would you still watch those movies,Or your T.V. set?
Or would you switch it off?

Would you turn off the radio,And hope he had not heard?

And wish that you did not utter your last loud hasty word?

Would you hide your worldly music, And instead take out Hadith books?

Would you keep up each and every prayer?
Without putting on a frown?

And would you always jump up early, For Fajr at dawn?

And I wonder…if the Prophet (saw) spent, a day or two with you,
Would you go on doing the things you always do?
Would you go right on and say the things You always say?
Would life for you continue As it does from day to day?
Would you pretend to be somebody else...
Just because prophet Muhammad comes...?

we dont know his name
we dont know his family
the only thing we know
another child in Syria is in heaven now
another mother somewhere is sleeping with tears
another father somewhere is with broken heart
Unknown child was killed today due to Assad thugs
random shelling on Damascus suburb
Al fatihah... Rest in peace.

Today
I decided to wear a hat
Its red Its satin
It covers my head
It covers my hair
Its a thinking hat actually
Will people look at me differently
Coz its called a hat
Not a veil..
Look at my thinking hat
Does it cover my hair properly?
And my veil does the same
So what makes it different?
The fact that it covers your dignity
A hat or a veil
Covers a Muslim woman properly.......

I walked pass the haunted house
The huge house across the lane
My legs weakened out of a sudden
My throat was dry,
My palm was sweating
Adrenaline rush!
GOOSEBUMPS  all over...

The unusual cold breeze
sent chills down my spine
I peeped inside the house
Strange feelings I had...
Would never allow myself to go inside
For that is where the witches live,
Where ghosts and goblins hide.

The demons there are whirling
And the spirits swirl about.
Everything is spooky...
The unrested souls howls
See the zombies partying
Shoes, umbrellas and hats flying

But I wouldn't want to go there
So I ran with all my might
And oh I wouldn't  go inside
The haunted house tonight.

O ALLAH,
Make my love for you,
The most beloved thing to me.
And my fear for you,
The most fearful thing to me.
And remove from me,
All worldly needs and wants
by instilling a passion for meeting you
And when you have given the people of the world
The pleasures of their world,
Make the coolness of my eyes,
Calmness in my heart
Pure pleasure in worshipping you!

Heart is connected with the universal energy
Head is logical
Heart goes with synchronous vibrations
Head will analyse everything
LOVE is Lactation of Vitall energy
When focussed it can mean "I love u"
So dil tho pagal hai
when two hearts interact in LOVE
the Spiritual Energy Xchange happen
Dil tho pagal hai

Water
Quench your thirst
Freshen you up
Dirt, sweat, unpleasant smells
Need water to get rid of them all
Friendly water
Reliable more than friends
Cant live without...
Not even a drop..
In a split second...
Unbelievably angry water
Swallowing everything up
Today i lost a place called home
My neighbour's children are gone
Thousands of people suffer a total lost
Possessions no longer
What a bleak future
The whole country mourns
Praying ...persuading angry water to forgive
So we could atleast gather
what we...
Still left behind...

Think of goodness not bad
Write words of happy not sad
Dream of sunlight not dark
Write words about bluebirds and larks
Think about mermaids not wolves
Dream about angels and love

Dream of swans bathing in the lake
butterflies dancing from tulips to daisies
Enjoy the warmth of the morning sun
Walk in the garden of daffodils
The sun is smiling till late noon
all birds are singing happily on trees...

Dream of Childrens laughter not tears
Think of safety not fears
The scent of the pinewoods not gas
The garden of Eden for us

Nightmares once in a while oh please...
hoping for a peaceful dream
where horses are white
the winding roads are cream
the whole world smile so wide..
the sea is never so deep..
and dream is beautiful and sweet.

By  Sharina and Joe

What a heavy downpour
Blurry visions..
colorful images...
emerge from the streets,
glimpse of movements,
here and there...
up and down...
the walking umbrellas....
Beautiful panorama...

There is no need...
To try to be a Superhero
Be satisfied by just giving
someone's the light
Be their light in the darkness
So their life is brighter
is livelier
than ever before..
Free someone from their darkest life
The best deed you do indeed...

It's a speech I am giving...
To honor the guests
To welcome the participants
To appreciate them all

It's a speech I am giving..
Words from the bottom of my heart
My heartfelt gratitude
For all the hard work
finally fulfilled...

It's a speech I am giving
To honor great people
Talented people...
Awesome colleagues..
Whose supports and efforts
created magic!!

It's a speech I am giving..
To thank my amazing friends...
and HIM who is watching
and listening...
and continuously guiding...
and making things happen..

Standing on that extravaganza stage
Fidgeting ...
as I was rehearsing my speech that night
and thinking............
This is it....... CoLT 2013
We've made it possible...

Am not a queen
but he is my prince
I treasure him most
as a prince should deserve
He does not cling on me much anymore
as he matures and grows
He seeks my asisstance in
less demanding ways
To get him out of troubles
I stand by him still
Soon he will have a girl
Unsure will he still
have  me in his mind
But Just remember my son,
you are the most special one
let me ensure, i am so proud
to say "This is my charming son"

Love, Mom

She is the lady I met yesterday
Wearing embroidered black abaaya made in Dubai
A black veil covers most of her face...
but a pair of her mysterious looking eyes..
Has Captured my interest eversince that day

She was sitting in a a cafe all alone one fine day
Sipping black arabic coffee looking so lonely...
I stole a glance and observed her closely..
She is somewhat a mesmerizing beauty...

When she walked out that door,
she held her head down..
Not a chance for me to meet her in the eyes
But her inner beauty shines in her hidden body
A Respectable lady is a true beauty...

A pair of her eyes tells a lot of stories...
Her stories of happiness and her hidden struggles
Her eyes that smile shows a lot of love..
Her affection and her true devotion...

Her eyes reflects her tales of happiness and sorrow..
They also tell how strong she is inside
Her eyes tell how much is her fear...
To live for today and tomorrow...
Is she feeling afraid and very insecure?
That... I am not so sure...

But her gaze tells.... how brave she is..
Being a woman in abaaya in a strange town elsewhere
I know nothing of this one special lady...
But her beauty is her pair of eyes..
Her eyes that tell.....

In the world of poetry
Everything is magical
The feelings magical
The writings magical
A superb magic touch
lingers in the magical mind
interprets by the magical hands
of a magical poet.
and a plain piece of paper
shines with magic!

A Syrian boy in a pool of blood
He cried in pain calling Mom and Dad
Today, again A bomb exploded,
The entire village disappeared,
Life built with blood and tears
vanished in a split  second...
This prosperous village,
... now a barren land.
Dreams of peace is shattered,
Dead bodies are scattered,
Lifeless....
Body parts are blasted...
The whole village on fire...
A massacre...
Perhaps the Syrian boy is still alive
His parents must have battled and fought
with all their might...
Sacrificed their lives for him to survive...
Mercy him, leave this innocent child alone
God will protect this  child
Let him live to tell...
How it feels when heaven turns to hell
Where is the love we used to have?
Where is the fairness, the peacefulness in life?
Have we stopped to search  in our hearts?
Put your hand on your chest..
Feel your heartbeats  .
Feel it in your heart
Love for mankind is in everybody's heart..
Tell me if you think cruelty is still worth...
God bless this Syrian child!!

A careless  zookeeper lost the key to a cage
A  lion sneaked out ,
said good bye to its cubical home

Curiosity was the urgency to  flee
Surveying a potential new residence
Perhaps seeking new environment...
Lion was excited to discover
The excitement of the world outside  his  zoo...
He ran and ran as he had his golden chance
Soon he'd  find out the reality of life
in the human zoo...
Will he be Spending the nights
reminiscing the place and his people
those he had left behind. ... ?

Couldn’t sleep well last night,
Decided to ride to Aylesworth Forest
My favourite place
Two miles from my Barkshire home
I needed to be alone
what I wanted to do...
What I wanted to be...
In this peaceful and beautiful land
Of oak trees , flowers and wild plants
Perhaps by thinking deep under a tree
I may find the answers...

Brought my lunch, a picnic alone...
I met a team of gardeners on my way here
Cutting grass and old branches of trees
For a second I thought,
I would want to be gardener too...
Plant tulips and colorful flowers on a flowerbed
Its cool to stay outside all day and watch things grow...
Hey... I don’t need to be so clever at school too!

Here it is... my hiding place ... the forest
The chirping of the birds on the trees
Grey squirrels chasing one another and
Once I even saw a fox too...

But today I am alarmed to discover
This forest has been invaded by strangers
Braved myself I approached the men
Who claimed to be land surveyors
I am devastated now , upon this knowledge
My precious forest is to be turned into a concrete jungle

Trees will be cut down in two weeks time
Blocks of Flat houses will replace my oak trees and wild plants
I feel even depressed now..
This isn't fair!
Where will the animals go?
I lost my appetite for lunch
I must save this forest! I must do something!
This problem is even bigger than mine...
Slowly I turned and walked away...

Here we are once again..
Welcoming the holy month of Ramadhan
The Muslims all over the world
Seize this opportunity to strengthen our faith
By reading Al-Quran... and praising Allah through the day..

Let us Celebrate this holy month of Ramadhan
By submitting ourselves to our creator
Seeking  forgiveness from Allah
Purify this sinful soul, Cleanse our heart and mind
It's a month that helps us ward off evil,
Removing from our hearts a dark veil.

Our Muslim brothers and sisters
gather in the mosque at night
Our nights are full of prayer,
to Allah our thanks we share.
From dawn to dusk we fast and pray.
Hungry and thirsty, we are only human..
But... For Allah’s sake
We fast during Ramadhan...
We feed our soul with prayers
Do the best for our Allah and our religion..
We do charity for those in need,
Teaching ourselves  to do good deeds
And gratitude...
We welcome Ramadhan..
Month of purity, month of charity..
Month of prosperity...

I die a thousand deaths,

Day by day, everyday.

Moving along the way, somehow.



No motherly shade to hide me,

No fatherly words to guide me.

Living side by side, somehow.



Temples flow with milk and sweet,

While, my tongue lurks for a single pea.

Staying under, somehow.



What do you know about water, wind or air?

I have felt all the glare, everything here.

Fighting strong, somehow.



Pet of a rich is worthy than me.

Has all the food and wishful glee.

I am alive, somehow.



When will lord do justice?

Death seems the only solution to me,

For I die a thousand deaths day by day, everyday.

Was walking in a street one day
Nowhere to go, no one I knew
Heading to the unknown world
Hoping for nothing,
zero  expectation ,
infinity life,
My head was empty
My heart sang a lonely song
I became a beggar not by choice
Lost everything in a stupid bet
Ended up in a lonely street...
Friends became enemies
Relatives deserted me
My wife changed her surname
My kids told friends their dad was dead
My thirst , my hunger was haunting me
and starvation killed my sleep
Sky was home, bus stop was bed...
****** hungry... ****** tired
Should I call Pizza Hut delivery?
checked my pocket...
hoping for a dollar or two
****! There was a big hole in my pocket!
What choice did I have now?
They all said " Beggars can't choose."

Do you like eating buns everyday?
Fantastic taste when its freshly baked
Putting all the correct spices
Would enhance the taste and texture

The dough may not be perfect sometimes
Creativity may help to improve
Well do you need perfection everytime?
Its the heart you put in it, all that matters
your loved ones you think of
when you knead the dough
the smiling face of your daughters
when the aroma fills the air...
The satisfaction and appreciation
When the buns melt in the mouth..
Bake with love...

Love is a perfect gift
For pure and precious hearts
Delicate and tender love
To be cherished …to be cared for..
Now and forever….

Uncountable…. un measurable love is
How deep… how high.. How strong
Do you know?

Unexplainable love is sometimes
A mere thought of someone
brings tears to the eyes..
An image of your loved ones
Brightens up your day
Vivid moments together
Are reflected upon your smiles..

Endless love… endless smiles..
Endless agony…endless pain..
Love is bitter but same time its sweet…
Isn’t love is so queer?

How clever love conquers..
Your brain, your mind,
your body and soul…
Love is tireless, never ending…
Fantastic feelings...in love..
Sometimes You cry but in your heart you smiles..
So often you smiles..same time your heart cries...
See.. how wonderful yet manipulative love is?

Beautiful...
A thousand miles is shared…
By just one love… one desire…
My love may not be perfect dear...
But I have Tears in my eyes,
you on my mind,
love in my heart
ocean in between…. can it stop me?
Can it stop you?
from saying….I LOVE YOU?

Kind words
Praises for you
Nasty interjections
A little expression of madness
Romantic verses
whisper words of love
Love songs
Music to your heart
Stanzas of poems
You in every lines
Book of love
Chapters of tears and smiles...
Crazy something words...
Because of love....

I am a dreamer
A pure dreamer
Surround myself with the believers
Still I find myself dreaming..
Surround myself with the thinkers...
I dream still of rhymes and unpublished poetry
Surround myself with the doers
Been bombarded with a question...
Is your life a poetry?
I am a dreamer.. yes
But I love to be with the doers, the believers and thinkers,
but most of all,
I surround myself with those
who speak the truth when they criticizes
so I could polish myself...
till I shine...
at least I could still learn...
humbly educate myself...
with the things I don't know
or unsure about...
I surround myself with those who see
the greatness within me,
when I myself  fail to see ....
I may be a dreamer
but nothing begins...
without first a dream.....

I saw a glimpse of her the other day…
A woman,
Soft and gentle, elegant and radiant..
A beautiful woman is like a flower
Scented flowers, blooming in the garden of Eden..
A woman is a beautiful gift
Created by god who has his nature

A beautiful soul I see in human beings…
A beautiful nature I see in the surroundings..
Beautiful you see the world around you..
Beautiful you witness the living nature..
What a charming beauty… is god’s creations…

A birds song fluting through the air
A young child with sunlight in her hair
A tiny flower hidden in the weeds
All can be beautiful should you choose them to be

Storm clouds over mountain peaks or a cruel forbidding sea
They have their own stark beauty, it is there to see
A piece of rough stone buried in the sand
A simple thing of beauty from our creator’s hand

Let's reminisce our sweet childhood
Caught you red-handed one spring day
You were stealing roses for a girl unknown
My uncle got mad and chased you away...
So fast you ran and never looked back...

The very next day you shyly came to his door..
SORRY You said , and so swiftly you went away...
So innocent boy and so awfully sweet..
But You vanished for years
neither heard nor seen you again for so many years..

sitting down on a wooden bench under an apple tree
saw a young gentleman came to my uncle’s door
puzzled I started to wonder who he might be...
was he the one who stole the roses on that spring day?

but he  has completely changed for the better now
and finally caught my gaze
today he brought me flowers from a garden of his own.

On a beautiful spring day right under that apple tree....
when I caught you stealing the roses... 20 years ago
stealing the roses for me...
I had no slightest idea that  it was my heart
you stole with you too.

I can see the sky
The birds are flying
Clouds are moving by
My heart is flying

The moon will be my witness tonight
In my dream I see myself fly

"Fly, fly high,
though land is at my feet,
I will find the sky
Fly, fly high,
blue cloud awaits,
with rainbow in the sky"

Always thought that I could be on my own
But you make me feel alive and I don’t feel alone
The moon will be my witness tonight
Coz in my dreams you and I will both fly

If I dream when I sleep that life is full of joy,
then I wake up and feel that man just plays the role of a toy.
If I dream when I sleep that life is a game,
then I wake up and feel that man lives just for fame.
If I dream when I sleep that life is a journey,
then I wake up and feel that man cannot decide his destiny.
If I dream when I sleep that life is a song,
then I wake up and feel that how man can sing it for so long.
If I dream when I sleep that life is a beauty,
then I wake up and feel that life is a duty.
If I want a dream to share with you,
then I hope it will come true.
If I want to be a ray of light,
then I wish it brings glory to the dawn and dispels the night.
If I want to be the river that makes the soil fertile,
then I wish it should last forever.
If I want to be the dew drop that adorns the grass and the flowers,
then I wish they dance when the winds pass.
No matter if I am none of these!
My life is an accomplished one if,
I can spread the fragrance of “Humanity”.

True Leader

I want to give you everything
without the expectation of anything in return
because that’s just what I want to do
have to do and obliged to do...

Don't send a lorry of durian to my house
Dont give big ang pows in my accounts
I am just happy I have done good deed
To my people, my country, my nation

Dinner ain't lunch,
But maybe the time
For roast chicken baked
With a bouquet of thyme.
For desert, key lime pie.
Calories be ******!
Dinner is weight...
sigh......

Blind...
Are we not..
Upon our bare eyes
The killings and shootings
People die on the streets
like nobody cares...
Blind..
Are we not..
Upon our naked eyes
Kids crying on the streets
Fall flat on their knees
Starved and abused...

Enchanted with the sound of the night
The crickets sing a song to the moonlight
The stars twinkle and the moon  shines so bright
the shy sky speaks when the time is right
passionate kisses on a restless night
caressing the piece of art , part by part
treasure the night
with such seductive delight...
sweet memorable good night

Love knocks on my door,
I greet it with pleasure
My instinct tells that
YES  this is it,
the time I've been waiting for
But 'happily ever after'
does not work anymore
My sheer bad luck perhaps
Or just the wind of change
Fairy tales do exist
Yes only in bed time stories...
But if it happens,
Even just briefly
be thankful that love has dropped by...

Dark sky the color of death
Hear the thunder shout!
A heavy storm ready to unfold

Brave is the soul of a raven
hacking the sage of the sky
to live or to die..
Hopeful, they gather around the tree
Pleading the storm to protect their home

Cruel angry storm
Raven's love is torn apart
Home sweet home is gone..

They called me sweet angel
They dressed me in gold
A glorious tour around the world
A fancy world of glamour
I walked myself in...

All that glitters are not gold..
Cruel fate, now that I am too old
Not worth a stare not even to hold
My adorable fans , my loved ones are acting too cold
No longer desirable, no longer wanted... not even a thought..
Bowing slowly in shame.. I am all alone..
I am a broken angel I have nowhere to turn...
I am feeling too old and too cold..
Once I was an angel now I am a broken soul..

When your love is a lie
I sigh..
When you sing a lullaby
You lie
When you said good bye
I fly.. so high
When I fly
You die
Bury your lies
and die..

PRETTY MORNING,
EVERYBODY IS SMILING
LOOKING A LITTLE HUNGRY, Darling...
C'MON CHAPATI IS READY..
WHY WAIT? LETS HURRY...
DIP IT IN CHICKEN CURRY!!!
GO TO WORK AND BE MERRY!!!