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I am sick and tired of this age,
And of the false promises,
I am sick and tired of the time,
Spent in loving images.

Some of you spread out there,
Will defy me, for you are,
Happy with your way of life,
Confined in the Circles of Eight.*
Oh... how you drive me irate!

Bar-hopping, having 'fun'
And dating those on the run
From their homely joys
Cajoling with beer and rum.

Cheating wives and cheating men,
And some merry with 'vibrators',
While crazy rapists on the lurk,
Rip you apart with their razors.

I cannot reconcile,
With your new opinions,
Nor can I put up with,
Your pleasure-seeking notions.

I long for a hideaway
Where I cannot be found
Living in the sublime peace
Which made me the "Unbound"...

...Where I can watch the sun
Rise and set itself daily
And drench myself in the rain
When it pours incessantly...

...And sit by a warm fire
And gaze at a starry night
And when the moon too smiles,
Respond to it in delight...

...A house, simple yet homely,
A woman, for me only,
Giving me the love I crave,
And never making me lonely...

...I am sure that day will come
God willing, this will happen,
When dreams become reality,
In tune with the divine vision.

So, while you make me feel,
Alone, while you keep sinning,
I tell my heart and mind to wait,
Patiently, for the ethereal.

You may call me crazy,
You may think I am abnormal,
But now I am fully fed up
Of approval and rebuttal.

I have always been unbound,
And idealism rules my thoughts,
Yet let me tell you all that it's I,
Who will have 'paradise' found.
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted on Friday, April 15, 2011).