As the sun goes down And I sit, all alone in my room Silence envelopes me Like spring in full bloom It dissolves in the air Making it heavy and dense Then lands on my shoulders Announcing its presence The arrival of silence Is way too loud I feel like burying my ears Underneath a thick shroud It throws words at me Kind and unkind Makes me utter thoughts That I had left behind Then it seeps in Screaming inside my head Trying to wake All that is dead I ignore it, fight it And try to have my way Before I finally let it be I just push it away Then it greets me softly Like a good old friend Who kept me company Wherever I couldn't blend For Silence always found me Trying to fit in the crowd And has reminded me again n again Of your individuality, you must be proud It has always waited patiently Whenever I go out It knows I'll be needing its embrace Without a doubt Silence has been with me For as long as I can remember In all my darkness It kept burning as an ember It never leaves me...
At the end I couldn't escape This cage And how could I When it's made of My very bones And locked by My very blood I sit staring At that enchanted door Only once did it open Or so I thought And I went out Or so did I remember Was it all a facade Who cares Because after all All I could do was To pretend Smiles Tears Worries Fears I could no longer differentiate What was originally Mine But who cares When at the end I returned Or thrown back Into this cage again Would it have been better If I never realised Lived all my life Happily confined I have this thought sometimes Because going out was no better I got tired Of people Of myself Of this envy How do they do that? Why is it so easy for them? Why can't I? Why do I always have to fight? And I only took a Sigh Then booom!! Back in the cage To be honest I kinda felt comfortable It has been my home after all But that's not how it work...
मुझे खाली बैठना पसंद है बैठकर सोचना पसंद है ख़ुद में उलझना पसंद है उलझ कर सुलझाना पसंद है दूसरों को समझना पसंद है उनको समझाना पसंद है सुबह का उजियारा पसंद है और दिन का साँझ में ढ़ल जाना पसंद है प्रकृति का खिलना पसंद है खिलकर पत्तों का झड़ जाना पसंद है वक़्त का थम जाना पसंद है और बेवक़्त का इंतज़ार पसंद है एकांत में गुम जाना पसंद है गुम हो कर हर बार लौट आना पसंद है मुझे मुझ-सा होना पसंद है ना होना भी पसंद है - प्रावी खुले आसमां तले पेड़ की छाँव हो और सर्द हवाओं के आलिंगन में बस मैं और मेरी किताब हो
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