Dark house and Our Birth nd Don’t Hate On Me

Dark house


"Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,
A hand that can be clasp’d no more–
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep
At earliest morning to the door.

He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly thro’ the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day."


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Our Birth

Our Birth is our Opening Balance
Our Death is our Closing Balance
Our Prejudiced Views are our Liabilities
Our Creative Ideas are our Assets
Heart is our Current Asset
Soul is our Fixed Asset
Brain is our Fixed Deposit
Thinking is our Current Account
Achievements are our Capital
Character & Morals, our Stock-in-Trade
Friends are our General Reserves
Values & Behaviour are our Goodwill
Patience is our Interest Earned
Love is our Dividend
Children are our Bonus Issues
Education is Brands / Patents
Knowledge is our Investment
Experience is our Premium Account
The Aim is to Tally the Balance Sheet Accurately.
The Goal is to get the Best Presented Accounts Award ......


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Don’t Hate On Me

Don’t Hate On Me
Cuz I’m Muslim To The Eye That Sees
Don’t Hate On Me
Cuz Modesty Covers Me
You Look At Me And You Think I’m Oppressed
What You Don’t Know Is This Is The Way I Choose To Dress
I wont Advertise Myself Like You Make Your Women Do
I Play By The Rules
Cover Myself From The Critical Eyes Of You.
Don’t Define Me By The Hijaab I Wear
Go On Living That Life You Dare
My Words Hold More Weight That Your Women’s Actions DoI Am The Muslimah
Pride Of My Ummah
Through My Modesty I Prevail
Got A Better Hold On Life Than Could Any Male
Want This?
Cant Touch This.
Try Ya BestWatch Ya Miss
Don’t Hate On Me
Cuz No Matter How Much You Undermine
And Call It A CrimeI Wear My Veil Without A Frown On This Face Of Mine.

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The road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler,
long I stood And looked down one as far as
I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I- I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference ....

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