Losing the meaning by Arabian Oud {R}

I was soaked in miseries and no peace,

All I needed was some love and solace,

Crushed in isolation and drenched in pain,

I am losing out the meaning of life in plain,

Mutilated in patriotism and national identity,

I am considered as an outcast not one of you,

Unleashed the ignorant traditions of that place,

And I set myself free from that endless pain,

I hate those things called promises and love,

Because all this society gives you is hate,

Hypocrisy of systems and cultures exist,

I am called ‘too liberal’ for my beliefs,

I do not have to comply with your rules,

I am not an outraged, characterless woman,

I know my limits and where to press STOP,

Your fooled by the cover of the book,

But you never bothered knowing inside,

Your are such a beauty hunter, did you know?

You yearn for lust and then call it love,

I am losing out the meaning of being myself,

Because your selfishness doesn’t allow me,

To know myself better in a way no one does.

by me

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1:41 am

12345 said…

Ok that was fine but you should change your.... page color dear...I am not able to see it very clearly and hope you change it soon... so i read more of your blog...

6:14 pm

Arabianperfume said…

thanks all for ur comments..

faraz amjad: thanks for ur comments.. will change the font color.I like the color black as a background!

thanks all for passing by!

peace

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