likhna band karo

This guy with a cool book says talking is procrastinating. Silence is the power of doers. Talking is stalling action. Ye wo. So I shouldn’t be talking about you.

If I say things that somehow poetically disguise just this that I miss you, it would take away all this energy and probably (actually) go to waste. Ye kia baat hui na. I’ve already wasted enough. You don’t deserve more.

Now ideally this inner self would say so? Wo deserve na karay, you deserve you. Take your time into healing ya. Go easy. Hey, you.

But then this inner self is pretty lazy. Sadness makes you lazy. Outer mind is chillest and brutally honest. It’s telling you that. Beta, act. Stop with this nonsense siyapa. And now you feel better enough to go do something productive. See ya! x

Were you a dream?

Or were you not? Will there be a way to find out?

Hashar uthay ga raaz khulay ga. Raaz khul gaya tou izzat rahegi?

Smiling there, standing tall. It’s only a moment’s time until you fall.

Heck that rhyme.

When poetry falls silent

Mushairon ko aag lag jayegi

Thunder songs and then: sannaata

THEN. Then silence will screech.

شورش

مجھ سے اس کا شور برداشت نہیں ہوتا۔  چھن، چھن، چھن، ڈھب ڈھب۔  زنجیروں میں جکڑا یہ پاگل آدمی نکلنے کو بےقرار رہتا ہے۔  جانتا بھی ہے باہراس کا کوئی غمخوار نیہں۔  یہاں قید ہے تو باہر کونسی آزادی ہے؟  میں اسے عموماً نیند کی گولی دے کر سُلا دیتی ہوں۔  مگر پھر بہت دفعہ یہ ضد پر اڑ جاتا ہے اور مجھ سے اس کا سنبھالنا مشکل — بلکہ بہت مشکل ہو جاتا ہے۔  دھاڑتا ہے:  شکست قبول نہ کرنے سے حقیقت ٹل نہیں جاتی!  چھپانے سے کب عذاب گھٹتا ہے، وہ تو اور بڑھ جاتا ہے!  میں آنکھیں موند کر ایسی بن جاتی ہوں جیسے سنا ہی نہ ہو۔  اور کبھی کبھار اسے چڑانے کو کانوں میں انگلیاں  بھی ٹھونس لیتی ہوں۔  مگر وہ کہاں چپ ہوتا ہے!  ہنسنے لگتا ہے۔  مجھے محسوس ہوتا ہے جیسے وہ میرا مذاق اڑا رہا ہو۔  بالآخر میں ہی ہار مانتی ہوں، پیروں میں پایل باندھ کر دوڑنے لگ جاتی ہوں۔  جلد ہی اسکی آواز میرے قہقہوں میں ملتی ہےاور ہم دونوں ایک ہی رنگ میں گُھل جاتے ہیں۔  ہم بالکل ایک سے ہو جاتے ہیں۔

(10 April 16)

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Punished

That night I fell in love with a voice. Only a voice. I wanted to hear nothing more. —Michael Ondaatje

With the voice now silenced, I remember only a silence today. A silence that screams like sirens in my ear. It does not stop. To make its presence known–as if I could forget it anyway–it keeps blaring. At first it whispers in my ear.

Like a snake.

Then it wraps me from head to toe; entraps me;

suffocates me!

It feeds on my mind, but doesn’t leave my heart. Makes my limbs go weak, makes me beg for relief, but also doesn’t leave my soul. It seeps in, like stale air, and spreads its stench everywhere. I feel I am brimming with silence now, and it finds no exit! I miss the voice— the one and only voice I have ever loved. But I am not sure if any part of me would remain to hear it again, if ever, it comes.

A silent death.

Traditions bind sometimes. You don’t follow them, they follow you.

Passion dies. Will to live dies. Silently accepting that, kills.

Self-doubt kills. Self-hate kills. Numbing oneself from observing such death kills, too!

 Fear holds, characters choke. Writers die. // Escape (27.3)
(Created Feb 9, 2015. )

White void (2/2)

My silent words..

Silence-

is not a symbol of pride.

its not always ego.

Silence is a silent expression-

  of what I want you to see.

of what I have always wished for you to find out!

Silence is the power of heart.

It holds up relations by saving them from harm.

Silence is the art of saying it all — without the need of words!

-Maria.

Does silence make you uncomfortable?

Yes, silence makes me uncomfortable..But its a better way to stand situations. A better way to cope up. To understand someone, and to slow down anger. And yes, to wipe off wounds, and to explain your points to someone who can never understand you. And to spoil everything.

 

I AM INSANE. CHEERS!