Monday, February 29, 2016

Back HOME ~

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Two years of silence, endless sleepless nights, death wishes, depression and same misery. I feel nostalgic and I find myself back where I seek refuge. Writing is like a drug to me. The only beast I live with is inside me. I am no more the person I once was seems crazy, stupid or silly I don't know but I don't know how else people find their way back home. 

Monday, February 2, 2015


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Can’t believe its already FEBRUARY 2015! *SIGH*. I am sure a lot all of you have been great and if not may this new month of 2015 brings peace everywhere. Its almost 2:50 am PST but since I am a night owl (high five to all writers out there) this is when my mind wakes up.
I don’t know how many of you have been through this but its tried and tested thing in my life. For some people vibes might be occult or un realistic. Vibes are energies that comes out of a person or any living thing. For me its a secret alarm that works for me always. I have been through times where a impressive or famous personalities meant nothing to me except for making me fazed. I know, I may sound idiot here but it happens. Be it a relative or friend’s friend or some random person who mostly is praised by rest of the people and secretly bothered me.
To deal with this situation is toughest. Since you don’t want to sound rude, arrogant or irritated. The worst part is nobody around you agrees to discomfort or irritation or fakeness you witness instead you are proven wrong and being disclaimed to be a misbehaved child who still needs to learn etiquettes. Different people choose different solution I simply get distant and focus on learning about the person more.

If you like me go through this kind of situation what is your solution?

- UnhinGed ~ 

Friday, May 2, 2014

Silent Scream °

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(Image courtesy: Deviant Art)

Kon samjhta hai k ye khamoshi, khamoshi k sewa sab kuch hai. Kon janta hai k ye tanhai, tanhai k sewa sab kuch hai. Tum naheen jante, han naheen mante. Tum ne khamoshi se kabhi baten ki hain? Kabhi us khamoshi me chupi sardmuhri mehsos ki hai? Ajeeb sanata rehta hai khamoshi me, itna andhera, itni wehshat k tamam umar guzar jaye phir bhi kamoshi ka karb samjh naheen aa'sakta. Khamoshi me dard hai, bala ka dard, ek gehri cheekh jese koi gumnam, gumshuda zakhmi ho. Esa zakhmi, jo apne upar dhaye janay walay zulm btanay se qasir ho. Kisi ki khamosh k andar jhank kar dekho, to tumhain pata chalay andar kese r'un ka alam hai, jung ki kaifiyat hai, ek kashmakash hai. Ghabrahat hai, bechani, izterab aur ek ajeeb sa shoor hai. Kesi tufan ki amad ka shor. Khamoshi ka raaz sirf khamoosh janta hai. Mje jese aman parast ko khamoshi achi naheen lagti, jab se ama ne bolna sekhaya hai me ne chup rehna naheen chaha. Magar ab chup hun, behad khamosh. Ghanton khamoshi me khamosh. Khamoshi bhi ek l'att hai, lag jaye to chorti he naheen bilkul us zulm ki tarhan jiski l'att zalim ko hojati hai. Bilkul us sipahyi ki trhan jo ek jung se fate'h lotay or jeet l'att me dosri p nikal jaye. Tum mje khamoshi me dekho to samjh jana me khamosh hokar khamoshi k sath khamoshi me halat e jung me hun. Khamosh, khamoshi ko, khamoshi se, khamoshi me, harkar khamosh hojate hain jese me khamosh hun.

- UnhingeD°

Friday, April 25, 2014


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I am no more active here since a long long long time. Reason? lack of inspiration? probably! Not sure. My mind is suffering from writers blockage since few months or a year may be. I am clueless why it happened. But I do miss writing. Writing makes me feel alive, free and living. So much happened lately but what to write is the question to me. A mystery of my heart or mind not sure.

:| I want to write!

Monday, March 3, 2014


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And winters are finally in a good-bye mode. Another season, another year and the same little brat ‘ME’. Still fighting with all I have inside me as I read somewhere ‘Monsters live inside us’, couldn’t agree more. Its nothing compare to what it was or what it should have been nor it will be in future. Life is odd and we are the most odd creatures. We love those who always reject us, disappoint us, for-granting us. Ignoring those who always have supported us, loved us and helped us in being what we are today. Its been a whole since I sat down and wrote my heart. I do get these writers block mode but this time the broken relationships, friendships, in’s and out’s were difficult for me as a savior even. I am known as a fighter and I believe I am one of those who fight till the last second but at times a fighter gives up while reaching for final second. I have been doing a lot just not writing.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

The Little Warrior !!

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I am someone who always wanted to protect people from pain and agony. Who is always pushed away from loved ones just like in a fire place, fire brigade staff is pushed away, the sufferers fail to understand they are just helping and saving what is left. The sufferers on the other hand are appositive and are determined to save what is now burn and cause more damage. I am someone who holds sufferer, pulls back and gets a scold, sometimes cries and mostly screams. I just want to let them know what is burn is never undo but we can save what is left. Why risking now for yesterdays pain? Why risking your future for your past. I may sound young, amateur and inexperienced but down the lane my past is full of burning memories. Agony of broken relationships, trust and faith. I just want rest of you to be safe and sure of what is burnt can never be back. All we have is now and here. Each time I fail and I negotiate with my heart not to tell any of them, not to save them. Each time I fail, as watching your family burn because of their past is not easy. I tend to keep myself quiet, promising myself not to shout, not to save but I end up trying. Eventually burning myself with pain of mistrust as they react like every survivor does. I protect my people because I was left in middle of sea by the best divers of life so I could learn swimming on my own and help those who needs. I want to protect because I know the pain of sinking down, I try to save because I know how it is like burning ... Alone!

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Child name 'LOVE'

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Everyone has a child name 'LOVE' atleast once in their lives. Some people are lucky enough to have it twice but not all of us. Child name 'Love' is gift from heaven indeed. When you first have child name 'love' it drives you like crazy. Never let you sleep, never let your attention divert not even for a moment. Disturbs your routine, your moods, your ambitions, your relationships, your habbits, your likes and dislikes and last but not the least it changes you, as if turns you upside down. You get happy, angry, sad, possesive, excited, thrilled, nervous, confident, empty and complete, all of a sudden. Unfortunately the child name 'love' grows like every other child in this world. This is where things start getting depressing. You lack the bonding, that thrill, affection and you start losing child name 'love'. At first you are happy like all other parents that your child is growing but as time passes you eventually realize the affection, the tenderness it holds in your life is same but the child name 'LOVE' is growing, getting away slowly and unconciously. You happy that the child name 'LOVE' is growing up but you are sad, sad like every teenage's mother who loves her child the same since he was tiny little fellow who knew the 'crying method' to seek attention of his mother who knew what he needs. Teenager who now feels bigger, stronger and intelligent enough to think for his own good and dislikes interference. Every parent seems helpless in this case so do the mother of child name 'LOVE'. She fights with paa (father of the child name 'Love'), objects him, does all those naggings that insures paa to shattered their family and find another lady for himself and the child called 'Love'. Fear of losing the child name 'LOVE' drives sometimes us to murder our own child name 'Love'. Fear of nothing but future and consequential loss, we kill our child love. Child name 'love's career n future, all the ifs and buts associated with the child name 'love's future and fear of being let down by child aggravates the situation. And finaly no one get to know what fears and expectations induced parent to kill their very own child name 'LOVE'

     .                                    Stop killing child name 'Love'

P.S ( Love is not about specific gender its all about specific feeling. Let your feeling live. Let yourself have the child name LOVE forever)
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