Searching
high
Searching
low
No show
No plane
No dead bodies
No debris
No news...
Only..
Bad News...
Only
sad news
Uncertainties
Still searching
Still missing
MH370 is mysteriously
MISSING IN ACTION....

Missing you
Dont know how much its worth
Till I shiver in your arms again

Missing you..
For I dont know what price
Valuables are the times
When i breathe i breathe with you

Missing you...
For as long as I live
Forever and always...

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?

Mom hides her tears
Cries in her heart
Smiles through her eyes
Says words of love with her lips
That never lies...

The soft butter melts slowly
Caressing every inch of
this white soft and fluffy...
from the top of the dough
To the center.. and it falls
gracefully to the bottom
Golden brown color it turns to
as it mixes with some brown sugar
dancing, rocking the buttery bread
attractively rise and shine....
Beautiful...
the whole kitchen of mine.....

The aroma of sweet cinnamon fills the air
My mommy's kitchen homemade bakery....
the true meaning of love is here...
The labor of  love
passionately blends
in every dough it kneads
in every bread it produces
seduces the young and old
Calling all bread lovers..
my attractive butter sugar buns
seductively smiling
waiting for you to grab
one, two, three...... and sold
In mommy's kitchen I bake
with love...........

When I was little
often I watched my mom in the kitchen
working till late night
kitchen was her cocoon
kitchen was her heaven
I had to pretend to be sick
to take her out from there
Once I caught her sobbing
at the kitchen sink
as a child I asked her so innocently
"Did daddy make you cry"
No darling she said
She smiled and continued with dishes..
and left me with the question WHY?
Years later..
and today I am a mother myself
The tragedy in mom's kitchen still haunting my life
watching my mom crying in her kitchen
was not a good picture,
not a good memory as a child
not at all.....
The kitchen was her castle
In the warmth of her kitchen
she made miracles…she created magic upon magic
splendid recipes... superb dishes
feeding her loved ones... with love
but Today I realized  how my mother
released herself and that could have made her survive
By working so hard in the kitchen
By often hiding her despairs and sorrows
Her kitchen was her secret hiding place
every time she was hurt...
when the world treated her so unfairly
In the comfort of her Kitchen
She consoled herself....
How did I realize this after so many many years?
today for the very first time
I cried myself at the kitchen sink
In my very own cozy kitchen
over a pile of dinner plates ,
almost breaking a glass
so afraid to lose control...
but my kitchen is heaven that saves me...
as my tears are falling over the bubbles in the sink
How I came to understand my mother's feelings...
by standing there in the kitchen...
remisniscing... and..
breathing this life
feeling this life
experiencing with life
living with life....
as long as mothers are alive
they live their life
to share the laughter and joy
of their husband and children
to endure the pain and sorrows
but hide them once in a while....
in mom's heavenly kitchen

Money! The root of all evil they say
Yet money is the perfume
Money is the jewel
Money is the king of all kingdoms
Money is precious Taj Mahal
Money is ticket to stardom
key to power and freedom

Money is short term happiness
Money is greed, evil and hate
Lust for the money..
Fall to your feet..
Years to rise again...

The story of Muhammad..
A messenger, a prophet..
secluded himself  in the cave of Mount Hira
until one day the revelation came down to him
and the Angel Gabriel (Jibreel) appeared to him
and said loudly: "Read!"
Poor Muhammad was illiterate,
Admitted his lacking..
he said to the angel: "I am not a reader."
The angel took a hold of him
and squeezed him as much as he could bear,
and then said again: "Read!"
Prophet Muhammad said again :
"I am not a reader."
The Angel again seized the Prophet
and squeezed him and said:
"Read! In the Name of Your Lord,
Who has created all that exists;
who has created a man from a clot,
Read! And your Lord is the Most Generous,
Who has taught the writing by the pen,
who has taught man that which he knew not."
Read Muhammad Read... be brave at heart
A prophet must read!

Mummy! Mummy! I saw a ghost
Right here in my bedroom, in our own house
I've never been afraid of any ghosts
But before my eyes , there a scary looking ghost!

I shivered as I opened my eyes again
Prayed It didnt see me and would simply disappear
From the closet, I tiptoed to the door..
Felt a cold, scabby hand rubbed against me.. cold and mushy..
and the door was shut, I failed to flee...

There I was with this ghostly creature
Hissss, it hissed at me so close ..
An ugly face, a real monster!!!
Too afraid to cry, too afraid to scream,
I couldn't even breathe, I was choking,
I was going to die...
Oh my god please forgive all my sins...

Tonight is a tormenting night..
Why should I face this traumatic night?
Why must this lost soul landed in my room so late at night?
To befriend me? Oh please go back to your grave.. That's my plight.
Tell me will I last? to go through this scariest and eerie night?

My addiction
My desire
My lust
My pills
My medication
My cure
My balance
My serenity..
My love...

watch the activities of this lttle furry thing
in the space between its grace
that invite me to think
of all the spaces in a car for a ride
why the driver's neck?
Ride after ride,
Deep thoughts,
Thorough observations
came to a conclusion which is obviously true
first the neck, then the shoulder
a platform for Harry's window to the outside
world!!

I hate it when dad comes home
He is ***** and he has smelly feet
Having spent long ours at construction site
Smelly and filthy.. what a sight!
I loath him, I look down on him
When I walk pass the working site
I turn my face, pretending he is out of sight
I constantly accuse god, I said he isn't fair
I want a different dad..
who drives a much better car
goes to work wearing tie and suit
The perfect dad I always think I should have...
At school one day
My best friend cried
She was devastated
Her rich dad left home
left for good with a pretty woman...
She has a house as big as a castle
Fat bank accounts and pretty outfits
Constantly travel around the world
Houses, condos, hotels
just name it where
but she has no dad to cuddle anymore
at night when she gets scared
of storms and thunder
I remember my dad's smelly feet instantly
annoying.. disgusting.. frustrating..
This dad of mine
I used to loath...
But he works all day
his sweat is his labor of love
to bring food on the table...
so we kids don't sleep hungry
This dad of mine
doesn't own expensive car
has never been overseas
has never worn a tailor made suit
and but he loves us wholeheartedly...
and always want to give only the best for us.
This dad of mine
whose smelly feet
will annoy me forever
but he loves his family truly
and will never leave our side
at anytime when we needed him most...
I love you daddy
All your perfect imperfections
I am sorry................

When I look into my daughter's eyes
I imagine looking into the skies
When I look into my daughter's eyes
I see purity reflected in her rounded eyes
When I look into my daughter's eyes
Her tantrums, some sadness as she cries
When I look into my daughter's eyes
No matter what there will be no goodbyes
When I look into my daughter's eyes...
Her curiosity , her wonders that will last..
When I look into my daughter's eyes
Her magnificent stories stay in those eyes..
When I look into my daughter's eyes
Have I ever been deceived by her sweet lies?
Will there be some white lies
hidden In those pretty eyes..?

You were tiny when I brought you home
I vowed to give my all to you
And keep you in my life
I have you now as my best friend;
My best companion
The voice in my head
A gentle reminder always!
I started to realize
That every time I look at you
I see my eyes in you,
my daughter's eyes...

I chose to hide,
Behind my veil.
In my safe home,
My existence frail.
My identity and my honour,
My own choice to preserve.
Hiding within my soul,
Modesty that i reserve.
Eyeing this dusty world,
Lost treasures of faith
seven virtues for world,
Veil for me is eighth.
Proud of my identity,
happy on my choice.
This is what i am,
Hijab is my voice.

My ink is drying
loss for words..
my poetic mind
shrinking in its size
try few romantic lines
poetic dictions are gone
need inspiration perhaps..
Give me a hand..
my ink will be filled by you...

Quiet campus
Lazy day
Bored to death
Tired evening
Moody moment
Undecided
Go to lecture
Skip the lecture
Too many tasks
lazy to think
Postpone the class
When to replace?
If i skip
they'd notice my absence
What would I do now?
My feet too heavy
Too weak to drag them
my laziest day ever...
skipping just a two hour session
would not make them idiots
ahh... stay.. its hot outside
ok, cancel the lecture..
call the class REP
OH! no, proceed please Madam...
Students are waiting..
eagerly for you...
pathetic madam..
running late...
ahh... where's the car key?
ohh... the class too far...
4.00pm sharp and here is madam...
giving a lecture at last....

SMILING!!!

You are gem
In my heart
I have you stamped

You are diamond
Limited edition
The rare species kind of person

You are angel
My precious treasure
My lovely one and only little girl...

I loved you yesterday.
I love you today.
I will love you tomorrow.
And I will love you so much
That you will still feel the love
even after I depart...

Love will never grow old
Love will never fall sick
Love will never cry or die...
Even when I get too old
to remember how much I have loved you..
Even when I have gone too senile or too crazy
to utter the three magic words
I LOVE YOU... everyday for you...
My love will always be with you
Never too little but always more and more..

I wish you'd know that my love is always
as fresh as the morning dew...
as beautiful as the flowers and the nature around us
as large and as wide as the blue blue sky..

The day I die..
Don't you ever cry
My love for you will stay...
forever it will....

All the tears in my eyes..
Each drops is like a waterfall
Splish and splash...
the water that runs so fast... so deep..
Louder splash in my heart.. could you hear?
Just to spell out your name
My whole body shivers...
My heart beats could stop
Just when I think of you...

All the songs ever composed
Every beautiful words in the lyrics
Every rhythms and the drum beats
Is incomparabe of the words..
The magical words in my head..
The unchained melodies in my heart
Just to tell you how much I LOVE YOU..

All the poetry ever written
Every verses and every lines
Each stanza that rhymes..
Even that cant explain how connected we are..
Two pure hearts that bind...
so strong love.. so strong love...

All the tears that fall...
All the love songs in the world
All the poetries ever recited..
Every drop...Every melody and rhyme
If they were combined
They would still be unable to express
What I want to define
When I try to describe my love for you

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

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW SPECIAL AND NICE
I FELT ABOUT MAMMA'S CHICKEN AND RICE
BUT FOR ME AT THE TIME IT WAS BEYOND PRICE
ON FRIDAY WHEN MAMA COOKS HER SPECIAL CHICKEN RICE

CHICKEN AND RICE, CHICKEN AND RICE I SAY
ESPECIALLY ON A FRIDAY ON MOM'S LAUNDRY DAY
MY MOM MADE THE BEST, IN HER OWN SPECIAL WAY
WHEN EVER I AM FEELING I AM CRAVING FOR RICE
I WOULD ALWAYS FIND AN EXCUSE
TO HAVE MY MAMA'S CHICKEN AND RICE.

She couldn't read
Her tales were the greatest
She couldn't write
Her words were written in our hearts
She didn't go to school
Her teachings made us human
She never traveled
Her journey of life motivated us
She didn't know Martha Stewart
She kept the house in superb condition
She never watched Rachel Ray
Her cooking was FIVE STAR
She didn't need a degree
She sent us to university
She stayed at home
She told us to venture and have careers...
She didn't need alarm clock
She was our wake up call
Go to school time, brushing teeth time, prayer time, reading Quran time, breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner, bed time, all the time....
Mom never failed to be with us....
Even today still ...
she is always in the best place in our hearts...

A prayer to my mom Hajjah Hasiah binti Majid... Rest in peace...

Whenever I am in deep trouble
I gaze into my mom’s eyes
Her eyes is small
But I can see heaven in there..
I am safe just staring into her eyes
My mom’s eyes is heavenly...

My mother…..
You left me that day unexpectedly
Why didn’t you try to stop me?
Till this day I have this regrets…
Forgive me I was not there on your death bed..

And I have been lonely ever since
I am lost and I am crazily hoping..
One fine day I’d find you again…
Impossible it seems…
Death is certainty and eternity…

Been searching for that gentle love…
A special tender love only you can give…
Mother…
Shall I be loved again?
Shall I be wrapped with SIMILAR warmth and tenderness?
I long for that special feelings being in your arms again
I miss moments with you when we used to chat about love and life…
Mother…
Shall you appear in my dream tonight?
I want to hold your soft hands,
I want to feel your warm embrace and magical kiss on my cheeks
Those gentle gestures of yours…
Ohh how much I have missed…
Mother…
I need your love …I cant live like this…
The emptiness inside me all these years…
After you left me I am kind of lost…
The space in my heart has never been filled…
Sometimes I am in the state of paranoia..
Sometimes I am in deep deep grief…
I need you my mother…
If only I could turn back the clock…
I would want to be there …
the day when you needed me the most…

Forgive me mother…
My absence visits… no flower bouquets I bring to your grave…
Your tombs is reminder that you are dead
But for me you are always alive…
Your presence is felt… your precious love is kept..

You are gone now from my vision..
Every fond memory of you … I shall never erase…
You are kept in the best place in my heart..
Each drop of your love runs in my vein..
As long as I breathe..
Mother… you are loved!!

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..

Sometimes I may move your heart
Tears in your eyes
Sobs in between
Upon reading some heart wrenching lines

Sometimes I may put  a wide smile on your face
Some giggles, a laugh or two...
On some silly stuff I wrote..

Sometimes I wish you would read
all the words I weaved so sweet
the poetries I keep
documented safely in a manuscript...

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

My **** freezer is getting old
her heart is no longer cold
Placed it next to my magic oven
Hopes she'll get some motivation...

My **** freezer was once very gorgeous
Stood tall in the kitchen, It really looked fabulous
made food and drinks tastier and delicious
This freezer so cool, prettier than Miss Universe

Put some fridge magnets on its door
That doesn't make her looks pretty anymore
But judge a beauty not from the outer layer
True Beauty comes from your heart underneath
despite your age  young or old...
Your beauty shines.... shines from within

Now I am having a dilemma..
my hot and **** freezer as old as my grandma
She is not so hot anymore
She is not so cold either...
but she remains to stay in here
Until the day to decide I should no longer need her....

Heard a beeping sound
Followed by A very old Frank Sinatra’s song
My classmates’ heads turned
Who’s phone? who’s phone?
Less chaotic when the teacher glared
Everybody put their heads down
And checked their sophisticated mobile phones
Once again...
When the teacher wasn’t looking..
Mobile phones roamed in a dull classroom
Updating facebook status,
Uploading candid photos of a snoring friend
Copy pasting assignment
Text messaging and gossiping about their stern looking teacher
In the name of advanced technology
Mobile smartphones create the impossibles...
Beyond the blackboard and the four walls of the classroom
O o Frank Sinatra’s song again...
And everybody started looking...
The teacher grabbed her mobile phone
Tried to switch it off....
When students could own smartphones..
Who needs NOKIA from the old time zone....?

~ Sharina~

The clock is ticking
Time is running
Let’s turn to him
Before the world ends
How much good deeds
Have we started to measure?
Is our time coming to an end?
How much time do we have left?
We’ll never know, We do not know
But the clock keeps ticking...
In each blink of the eyes..
Tick !Tock !Tick! Tock....
My time and your time keep running...

The clock is ticking
Time is running
Let’s turn to him
Before the world ends
How much good deeds?
Have we started to measure?
Is our time coming to an end?
How much time do we have left?
We’ll never know, We do not know
But the clock keeps ticking...
In each blink of the eyes..
Tick !Tock !Tick! Tock....
My time and your time keep running...

Am not surprised
If you were to let me down
I am just a humble man
Seeking for a companion
To grow old together
A lifetime desire
I humbly ask you again to please reconsider
My small wish , only a small hope

In the meantime,
Lets be the best of friends
And understand each other
Lets god decides the truth
The real meaning of this friendship…
I hope we remain friends
whatever decides….

New Semester
New students
New subjects
New challenges
New hopes
New beginning
New spirit
New attitude
Quite the same old person
with new smile...

World, concealing and revealing
Elegant appearance
Forgetfulness of matter
At the revealing, heavenly
Dark clouds fail there
Majestic and radiant
World opens up
Spreads out wings of imagination
Worlds interact
A new world arises
My world resists to be the same
Earth resists incorporation
An embrace is welcomed
A new world opens up.

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!

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~

If I am not old
I must be gold..
I may not be nice
But I am wise
Every now and then ... I  need to spell check
please read my poems with due respect...

Funny how the kids
keep singing their lungs out
to Old Mc Donald Had a Farm's song
while their eyes are fixed on the computer screen
hooked on computer games
Old McDonald versus Row Row your boat
What a fake nature scenes
The only Mc Donald's farm they've ever seen
existed.. yes only on their computer screen...

The old sneakers
Wrapped my feet so tight
Jog around the lake
Greeting the neighborhood
Everything looks the same
The same atmosphere
Similar jogging route
The sun still rises in the east
But... I am making new move
I jog... walk... jump...
adding another hour in the gym
few strokes in the pool
melting kilos of fat in the sauna
still wearing the old pair of shoes though
Only my steps are new...

Happy New Year .....

The blue water in the pool
Is it really blue?green?grey?
My eyes are deceiving me
The deceiving pool
Is mocking my courage as
I am standing here
Felling at the top of the world..
Brave myself for my first Olympic swim
At the corner of the poolside
Absolutely my beautiful, courageous,
and most of all, honest coach,
Who keeps  reminding  me of  this swim of a lifetime
Who consistently tells of my swimming legs, body, hands
An Olympic swimmer you are!!  
She says that all the time,
as if she is planting the words in my head
Fidgeting, I First test the water with my toes,
1, 2, 3... a silent prayer to Almighty..
Let’s take a shot!  
finally I take the plunge,
Completely submerging while holding my breath,
Eventually, we all fall or dive into the unknown,
Sometimes fully prepared,
sometimes unsure,
Always compelled...
Submerging for few seconds..
I have stopped to think..
Force myself to emerge
catching my breath again...
Heard a whistle and a clap
Bravo! You made it champion!
My coach smiled...
made her proud!
OLYMPIC  2016 Brazil here I come...

***
I met a liar
He looked familiar
Almost very similar
To the guy  i called lover

***
Caught him red handed
Exposed... He surrendered
Learnt a lesson... Dont be blinded
A handsome face a total ****...

On angel  wings
I sit and sing
I close my eyes
I started to think
How wonderful I feel
Flying  so far..
Feeling so high,
How beautiful I feel
even when i close my eyes
I still see the angel wings
I hold them tight...
as we slide and swing..
How I wish ...
To have lost my wings...
So...Forever  I will be
On angel wings...

Remember when the sun would slip behind the trees
Sewing fancy shadows made from dancing leaves
Our first balloon ride in the midday breeze
We always understood there were no guarantees

'♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦

I came to you unfinished with my childish ways
You were all panache with your silken bouquets
A beautiful stream of sunsets under autumn's gaze
It was you and I , creating our own maze

♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦'

The cabin still stands out by Cemetery Hill
You carved a window box for the windowsill
Our ceiling of memories will minify the chill
On the mantle of tomorrow where time stands still

'♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦

I've carefully placed you on the dashboard of time
Where onward and upward is the only way to climb
We'll draw the blueprints for pipe dreams sublime
While humming our song, about rosemary and thyme

♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦'

It's time to go now; won't you take my hand
Across salt-misted orchards toward the hinterland
We'll fly to Easter Island where giant statues stand

In our vortex of infinity; one woman -- one man ♦

My grieve
in my heart
I sealed it tight
Tears on my pillow
Who will know?
My wound is not healed
its bleeding again..
fresh red blood
dripping non stop
from my ripped heart...
I am helpless...

Today I grieve
For what’s been lost.
I almost have it again
in my grabs...
I see my whole world apart
if i lose someone closest to my heart
and with all the strength
I still possess
I try to cling on it
and try to go on
its hard
its dragging and its boring
I almost give up
its difficult to breathe alone
and he knows...
he knows whats best for me
he makes me lose a diamond
my precious diamond
i thought I cherished
and he replaced my loss
with a real diamond that brightens my life
healed my pains
the real diamond that shines
that sparkles... thats says its ok
to experience pain
in order to learn that
I deserve better....

my heart still aches...
of the sad sad past..
when will this pain..
stop to endure?
when will your image
stop to haunt?

how can i last ?
how can i live ?
the pain wont go away...
as long as i live....

LOVE IS PAIN .. LOVE IS SORROW..
BUT I STILL LIVE TODAY AND TOMORROW..

I killed myself but I am still alive…
Thank God you've made me survive…
I thank you god for saving my life..
I now realized only your love will last…

He gave me tulips
But I wanted roses
He bought me golden ring
But I wished for a diamond
He took me to the beaches
But I preferred the malls
He suggested the movies
But I loved  my cosy home
He played football
But I loved the indoor games..
He read only newspapers
But I took all novels to bed
He ate rice and curry and kebabs
But I adored Chinese, Indian ..
in fact all types of food..
He hated vegetables...
Woo... but I adored salads..
He loved his comfort zone
But I loved the adventures...
Between night and day...
Between North and South...
Between someone like me
and someone like you..
Could we ever ever fit in between?
Mad... Off he went to his country...
and left me all alone to ponder...
of how.. of why.. of will... of what...
This opposite attract ...
Love and hate...
hate and Love....
Searching for just a tiny bit of similarity...
so this love could last till eternity...

Hand in hand, we ran along the beach,
And free we were, with no threats of war.
You smiled. I smiled. We smiled together.
That day we pinky swore that we'd be best friends forever.

We laughed, and we giggled, until the sun went to sleep,
Then we made our way home, like lost little sheep.
But at 19 you had left and joined the army..
Haven't heard of you till December 12th...

Today They said you were gone forever
were beheaded for some stupid reasons..
I Kept remembering our childhood together...
There was not a single reason for fear..
  
That day when we had a wonderful day with you and so full of joy,
I dont want you dead.. Really I want You alive in my memory..
and the memories of that day, I'll always remember and enjoy.

Pain, pain, please go away
I have a lot to deliver today
And the next few days too
Oh Oh pain please please
Pain, pain, go away
This time around I can't afford to declare mayday!