رنگِ حیات

I tore my past, my life, into pieces.

I’m still breating, still living.

It proved that it wasn’t the end.

Not yet….

Aaj main ne apne haath se aaj tak ki likhi howi mukhtalif diaries k tamam safhon ko reza reza ker k, garbage bag main baandh, raddi ki nazar ker diya.

High school k boring lectures k doran likhi gayi diaries, quotes, aur khayali'pulao ya shaitaani mansoobe banati howi dunya se bayzaar larki ki baatein….

Kuch cheezain skim through kerte howe hansi aayi aur eik aadh baat perh k itna dukh howa k us k baad main ne mazeed kuch perhe baghair hi diaries k safhon ko itnay chote tukron main baant diya k main chahte howe bhi unhain jor nah paoun.

Mairi apni her roz ki kahani, apne haathon se likhe howe novellets, jinhain aaj tak main apni zindagi ka asaasa samajhti aayi….unhain phaarte howe dukh to howa magar eik itmenan bhi tha. Shayad jin cheezon mein main ne itna waqt berbaad kiya woh kuch mainay nahi rakhtin thin. Kash k mujhe behter samajh hoti….

Khair….

Apni zindagi k kisi hissay se nata toorna itna asaan nahi. Aur ghar shift kerna to bilkul bhi asaan nahi jitna k pehle do dafa kerne main laga tha. Laikin yeh dunya k sab se mujhkil kaam bhi nahi….Ya yon kahi k main tayar nahi hon give up kerne k liye. Not Just Yet…

Only if I had the Power to Change things,

I would change Time.
for that is the only thing,
 that changes everything.
ㅤ

Pani aur tamanaoun ki taseer eik hai...

...agay berhte jana...


- Jodha Akber -

Finally I realized that

I'm not all that optimistic

as I thought I was!

I'll live though,

I guess...

I was suppose to pick between

Aasaani OR Aazaadi

I picked  [[[Áazaadi]]]

which  definitely  wasn't  {{aÃsaan}}

I  hate  C¤NFUSED  people.

ㅤ I  hate  it  even  more   that.......
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ  I'm  One  of  Them !

Main zindagi k canvas per rang bharna chahti thi,

Us ne mairi tasveer hi jala di…

Aur nah sirf tasveer jalayi,

balke maire haath bhi kaat diye.

Main behis khari yehi sochti rahi,

‘kya ise main us ki khushi thi?’

Main khuli aankhon se khuwab jeena chahti thi,

Us ne mairi aankhon ko benoor kiya…

Aur nah sirf benoor kiya,

balke maire khuwab bhi cheen liye.

Main rote howe yehi sochti rahi,

‘kya ise main us ki khushi thi?’

Main urna chahti thi.

Us ne mujhe qaid ker liya…

Aur nah sirf qaid kiya,

balke maire par bhi noch diye.

Main behaal pari yehi sochti rahi,

‘kya ise main us ki khushi thi?’

Ab nah rang hain,

nah khuwab hain,

                               aur nah hi urne ki chah…

                                   ‘kya woh khush hai?’

- رنگِ حیات -

....Main  bharna  nahi  chahti  diary  k  woh  ouraaq....

....jinhain  nah  perhte  ban  parae....

....nah  phaarte  ban  parae....

Raaton k shamiyanoun main chandni ki barat hai,
taare invited hain to, mairi Neend  kyon nahi?