Societial Conditions

There's not much of a difference,

Where people tend to compare.

It's within them that matters,

How different they feel form you.

And beyond any doubts that they leave for you to discover-

Tis without you, how satisfied they can be.

Nor can I quote the truth,

If only they agree to what they wish to believe,

But it's within them that catches hold,

For without you,

In the end they are left alone.

I experience...

Largely profound glimpses of all depravity held by one bond thats escapes narrowly those rare spiritual souls enlighted by Allah's worthiness; the one bond that differentiates among us all, that one ignited spark of evilness within the nature of all beings, the attacking force of obfuscated religious commandments, the enforced region of obscure minds all whose souls pledged once before being bestowed upon themselves infinite blessings of Allah...

I m sorry to confess, as I yearn each day n learn to hide, even though my heart breaks and yet, I resolute to fight:

All hell is depravity, the shallowness encountered and the explicated will for pretentiousness... All hell is depravity!

The blithe shallowness, the shrouded and the empty... they cry within and lose each day, a minuscule portion of their integrity... and indeed, all hell is depravity!!

The fragnance of fresh roses in the ballroom, the excessive lighting bringing daylight into the beautiful breezy celestial night and...

And the pretentious exhibition of exquisite jewels for decorum, those familiar voices offering false virtues to strangers and yet who cry for peace and mental harmony within; young girls displaying their affectionate innocence tamed for pleasuring the insensitive and selfish beholder who brutually feasts on them, what a...

What a night to remember!!

Everybody is sold
and im left alone
they sing they dance
without a care full of luminous glow
they doubt but they swere
never have they known
what tis like to be out of fear
they leave those aside who ve not yet known
they lift no finger unto the things they pretentiously show
they fight n linger, they compose and render
Oh,and thoughts of submission and surrender!?
they wouldnt want to know, to feel, or to be pure
their pretentious virtues, a very healing cure

Everybody is sold
and i m left alone
but they laugh at others faces
who very thoughtfully care
of humanity and anonmity.
selfless deeds find no abode
they notice but let these go
as is with a beggar who pleads to fill his stomach
as is with a merchant who begs till he savours apecie penny
they creep in their spiritual existence
confronting satisfaction uncanny
so not aware of how such brittle emptiness dies
just not aware of how it horrifies
but they hurt, it hurts to them who live w/o the fear of divinity
and they ll die countless times
if death doesnt come trippingly