Silent Scream °

(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°

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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!

Missing…

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.