you know
that's what they've always wanted
for you to dance to the beat
of their song
haven't you noticed
they had played the same tune
many times before
albeit by a different player
and on a different matter
Poetic mode
No! Don't Speak... Just blog it! Offbeat, opinionated, snarky & not for the faint of heart
Counting on None
Heart downcast
Down and heavy
Dark and gloomy
Desolated lately
Down and heavy
Dark and gloomy
Desolated lately
Marring the joy
Thought you'd enjoy
With them beside you
Of time made free
Dead Tired
I'm tired.
I'm tired of being judged, of being told what to do or what not to do.
Just because I frequently opt for simplicity over complexity does not mean I'm useless.
The Drama
I refuse to be caught up in the drama
A drama caused by things
Conjured up in the minds
Of the Insecure
To push us out
Further and further away
A drama caused by things
Conjured up in the minds
Of the Insecure
To push us out
Further and further away
My Dear Precious Gems
my dear precious gems
so you're into tunes, films and games
spending hours, money and worry
then and again, times too many
but word to the wise
they aren't not a vice
drawing you in with lies
turning men into mice
so you're into tunes, films and games
spending hours, money and worry
then and again, times too many
but word to the wise
they aren't not a vice
drawing you in with lies
turning men into mice
We Call Ourselves Muslims
We call ourselves Muslims
But we prefer to listen to songs
Rather than listen to the Quran
We call ourselves Muslims
But we recite the lyrics to songs and dance to its
tune
Rather than recite the words and follow the teachings
of the Quran
Make Every Second Count
Make every second count
To prove yourself worthy
Of living in a perfect place
Populated with perfectly nice
Beautiful, happy people
Out of The Picture
I'm Not Lazy, It's Just That My Blood Freezes Over
I try to get up
To pick up the broom
And sweep the floor
But I couldn't even lift a finger
As my blood freezes over
To pick up the broom
And sweep the floor
But I couldn't even lift a finger
As my blood freezes over
Why?
It makes me sorry
It makes me wonder
To seek solace
Why use your voice
To carry o keys
And not turn to the Book
It makes me wonder
To seek solace
Why use your voice
To carry o keys
And not turn to the Book
Why I Hate the Baju Kurung
They say wearing the baju kurung
Is very decent
Makes you look demure & sopan
Is very decent
Makes you look demure & sopan
But what I hate most
About the baju kurung
About the baju kurung
Expiration Fund
I often ponder, full of wonder
How much have I in my expiration fund
Is my good more than my bad
Or is it the other way around
How much have I in my expiration fund
Is my good more than my bad
Or is it the other way around
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