Skip to main content

Fidelity by Arabian Oud {R}








Fidelity
 
You talk about fidelity,
I thought you dared me,
I was up for this challenge,
But then it all seems so fake,
Coz you never ever cared,
Unaware of your mood swings,
I am here by your side, loving you,
But it seems like a game, a set up,
Watching me talk to my male mate,
You get so jealous, you walk away,
I am running after you, trying to convince,
Why do you take it the wrong way man?
He’s only a “friend” of mine,
You don’t wanna hear this now,
You say it to my face,
“I am tired of your friends, tell them to go”,
You raise hand to slap me and I run away,
It's been always about what you wanted,
You neglected my needs and what I am made of,
It’s been a few years of misery with all that,
Those gloomy, rainy nights all alone,
You living with me,
But it seems I don’t know you at all,
I cook that special meal for ya,
Food on the table goin wasted,
What the hell, this life’s so twisted,
I sneak by the window and watch you,
You walking with that babe, all smiling,
I feel so gutted and speechless inside,
I thought you loved me, and only wanted me,
You talk about fidelity with those angry eyes,
But look at yourself, what the hell did you do?
Talking about love, but do you know what it means?
Don’t make me laugh, coz you insult this word so deep,
Cheating behind my back,you think I don’t know,
Only today am I building the courage to walk out this door,
Coz you never cared about me ever, ever, ever
It ain’t make no difference if I am there or not,
Coz you never valued my love for you, ever, ever,ever,
Wise men always say that, you can't lose what you don't have,
I agree to that coz I know that's so true right now
 
Year : 2006
 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

حامل الهوى تعب. أبو نواس. ( The One Burdened With Passion Is Weary. Abu Nuwas [d. 814 AD]) on Arabian Oud {R}

حامل الهوى تعب ـــ يستخفه الطرب If he cries, it is right for him [to do so] - what he has is no game. إن بكى يحق له ـــ ليس ما به لعب Whenever one cause [of pain] comes to an end - from you, [another] cause returns to me. كلما انقضى سبب ـــ منك عاد لي سبب You laugh obliviously - as the lover weeps. تضحكين لاهية ـــ والمحب ينتحب You marvel at my sickness - my health is the marvel. تعجبين من سقمي ـــ صحتي هي العجب

MISUNDERSTOOD- by Arabian Oud {R}

MISUND ERSTOOD At first they you pretend you care, But in reality you were ignorant, You offered help by lipservice, Nothing practical at all, Everytime I was depressed, You thought it was plain drama, Kept saying 'grow up girl', Changes were noticed slowly, The one day you went away, Here I was seeking love and support, Even my friends abandoned me, Everytime they met,it was about them, I pondered on what I had achieved, But there was no answer at all, They don't understand my problems, They never asked, expecting my life go-lucky, Here I am, Sitting on the bed, surrounded by dark walls, Tears keep flowing down nonstop, Wished there was someone by my side, Wiping them away, hearing my pain out, They call me names and think I am bad, They simply don't know my story, Love they say, is a medicine, But I seest that not, it only gives pain, They all called me immature and left, My heart was broken, the music stopped playing, Violins of my heart cried out so bad, Wished, the...

The heart an empty vessel by Arabian Oud {R}

The heart an empty vessel The heart is now an empty vessel, A single sound of screech laments, My soul is in an endless sorrow, My inspiration and my glimmer of hope, All washed away by the sea shore, All my hopes dashed into tiny pieces, There is darkness within the heart, Memories reside within of him, He was my inspiration and soul mate, But its always the same story, False promises, abandonment and loneliness, He said 'he was different', I believed him, Less did I know, That my fate was cursed till Doomsday, No mantra can undo my blackened luck, Love, you play games with me, Disguised in different faces, You cheat me, I wound I surrender to my defeat and darkness My heart is an empty vessel, A cursed organ.. Published: December 2015