tag:rever3.blog.co.uk,2009-11-23:/This blog describes the conditions of the most upper class society. My life is now surrounded by this part of the society that ranges between the upper middle to upper upper. I myself belong to the upper middle, but my education is acutely high class hence my poem very logically tries to defer the extent of shallowness n immorality experienced in my surroundings. Their pretentious behaviour and attitude towards life has consequenced in the lower classes adopting their replicated form. It is a sheerly utter disappointment to realize and recognize that we, as one of the best islamic nations known once around the world have detoierated in our basic and true identity as humans.MokoFeed2009-11-23T03:14:50+01:00tag:rever3.blog.co.uk,2009-09-03:/2009/09/03/human-nature-6884233/komz2009-09-03T16:43:54+02:002009-09-03T16:43:54+02:00 <p> </p> <p><span>There's not much of a difference,</span></p> <p><span>Where people tend to compare.</span></p> <p><span>It's within them that matters,</span></p> <p><span>How different they feel form you.</span></p> <p><span>And beyond any doubts that they leave for you to discover-</span></p> <p><span>Tis without you, how satisfied they can be.</span></p> <p><span>Nor can I quote the truth,</span></p> <p><span>If only they agree to what they wish to believe,</span></p> <p><span>But it's within them that catches hold,</span></p> <p><span>For without you,</span></p> <p><span>In the end they are left alone.</span></p> <p><span><br> </span></p> <p><span><br> </span></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://rever3.blog.co.uk/2009/09/03/human-nature-6884233/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:rever3.blog.co.uk,2006-01-03:/2006/01/03/the_i_experiences~436809/komz2006-01-03T16:26:12+01:002006-01-03T16:26:12+01:00 <p>I experience...</p> <p>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...</p> <p>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:</p> <p>All hell is depravity, the shallowness encountered and the explicated will for pretentiousness... All hell is depravity! </p> <p>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!!<br> <img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/r/rever3/img/anti-hate-heart-_-black-heart.jpg" border="0" alt="A sinful heart..."> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://rever3.blog.co.uk/2006/01/03/the_i_experiences~436809/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:rever3.blog.co.uk,2006-01-03:/2006/01/03/at_a_wedding_ceramony~436801/komz2006-01-03T16:23:56+01:002006-01-03T16:23:56+01:00 <p> The fragnance of fresh roses in the ballroom, the excessive lighting bringing daylight into the beautiful breezy celestial night and...</p> <p>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...</p> <p>What a night to remember!! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://rever3.blog.co.uk/2006/01/03/at_a_wedding_ceramony~436801/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:rever3.blog.co.uk,2006-01-01:/2006/01/01/title~431260/komz2006-01-01T14:59:57+01:002006-01-01T14:59:57+01:00 <p><a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/r/rever3/img/whirlpool-of-death_02.jpg" title="The whirlpool of death"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/r/rever3/img/whirlpool-of-death_02_small.jpg" border="0" alt="The whirlpool of death"></a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://rever3.blog.co.uk/2006/01/01/title~431260/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:rever3.blog.co.uk,2006-01-01:/2006/01/01/everybody_is_sold~431254/komz2006-01-01T14:57:29+01:002006-01-01T14:57:29+01:00 <p>Everybody is sold<br> and im left alone<br> they sing they dance<br> without a care full of luminous glow<br> they doubt but they swere<br> never have they known<br> what tis like to be out of fear<br> they leave those aside who ve not yet known<br> they lift no finger unto the things they pretentiously show<br> they fight n linger, they compose and render<br> Oh,and thoughts of submission and surrender!?<br> they wouldnt want to know, to feel, or to be pure<br> their pretentious virtues, a very healing cure</p> <p>Everybody is sold<br> and i m left alone<br> but they laugh at others faces<br> who very thoughtfully care<br> of humanity and anonmity.<br> selfless deeds find no abode<br> they notice but let these go<br> as is with a beggar who pleads to fill his stomach<br> as is with a merchant who begs till he savours apecie penny<br> they creep in their spiritual existence<br> confronting satisfaction uncanny<br> so not aware of how such brittle emptiness dies<br> just not aware of how it horrifies<br> but they hurt, it hurts to them who live w/o the fear of divinity<br> and they ll die countless times<br> if death doesnt come trippingly<br> <p class="center"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://rever3.blog.co.uk/2006/01/01/everybody_is_sold~431254/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>