Silent Whispers - Revisited

It was only spending time together That too for such short span Yet it changed everything Forever.

And I kept looking And looking for An illusion

And I thought I got over my insomnia!

This soothing wind plays with my hair This halo around the moon makes me lonelier Nothing changed since This day, last summer The same I, wanderer The same you, farther.

Under the dark sky the moon shines alone watching down on me for I am a lonely soul wandering along the shore And I wonder why And I wonder how two lonely souls connect, where every one is so Dis-connected

Why are people so ungrateful? It doesn't take much to appreciate. After a long tiring day , all we want is a small gesture of gratitude. I sometimes wonder is it too much to ask for? On the contrary, the ungratefulness shown on others part make me feel , am I expecting too much? Is it wrong to expect people to return kindness, even in the form a small gesture? And it isn't easy to kill expectations, Aren't we all social animals? If we serve, we want return, Some kind words, some gestures, some grateful behavior? Is that too much to ask for?

It takes ages to ages to calm the emotions and divert attention It takes a moment to rekindle the flickering flame of memories What could be stranger than human emotions? 

Sometimes it feels better to close our eyes against the reflection which stirs the memories and make them re-live. When all you did was such a hard drill to put them to a deep sleep. Darkness is fine. It hinders reflection. It helps you close your eyes to an image which could have the power to ignite the spark of sleeping memories.

You can be enchanting and lonely Like the moon in the dark sky People seem in awe of you, but They could not breach the halo Of loneliness around you Guess that's what makes you charming Guess that's what makes you the one.

The yearning for a deep silence shared between the two, who speak flawlessly, through waves. The yearning grows deeper though for although the link has been broken The feelings echo within the waves

“There's just something obvious about emptiness, even when you try to convince yourself otherwise. ” ― Sarah Dessen , Lock and Key “Isn't it weird? The way you remember things when it's gone.” ― Sarah Dessen

when one becomes emotionally numb Nothing really matters much

You know it's over when You tend to hear a breakup playlist and seek refuge in loads of work When the moon still grabs your sight Yet it brings on a saddening smile When you find yourself in the same place Where once, only once you saw him standing And now the same space has lost it's fragrance When still behind the closed eyelids You see his face but fail To sketch the exact lines When still in the rainy evenings You miss his presence Know that it's all over

Multiple factors combine together to lower your spirits and all you want is to break down and cry. But then crying is also not possible because you have to hide your tears too. Not even in the darkness of your bedroom. Not even in the privacy of your workplace. So you move on and try to find an escape in the form of  writings or sleep. That is what I have been doing for sometime. So what now when sleep is no more compassionate towards you? So what if your words had already abandoned you for good? So what if in this whole wide world you can not find any one to share your self with? So what?

Insomnia, after a while. Dear Sleep, let me find you

As much as we run away from memories, they somehow strikes at odd moments Like Ramadan Is here to remind me of you

Silence is rain having a resonance felt by those, who deeply understand Silence is air strokes the eyes tangles the skin and moves on Silence is painting when lines helter-skelter sketched themselves into a lovely figure Silence is music played in lonely hours for those who hear for those who treasure

اس رات  دس بجے کے بعد وہ اکیلی نہیں رہی  تھی ، داور   اور لالہ  پھول اور مختلف قسم کے کھانے ، جوس اور سوپ  لے کر اس کے کمرے میں آ گئے تھے ، وہ کچھ اداسی اور کچھ دوائیوں کے زیر اثر  مدہوش سی تھی  داور نے اسے   جھنجھوڑکر جگایا  "اور کرو شکایتیں ہماری، ہم نے تمھیں اکیلا چھوڑا  ہوا  ہے نا " میں نے کب کی شکایت؟" وہ نیند سے جاگتی  ہوئی بولی "  " بس رہنے دو ہنی ، تمھیں یہی  لگتا   ہے نا کہ کسی کو تمہاری پرواہ نہیں ہے  " یار  جیٹ لیگ  تھا ، سویا پڑا  ہوں جب سے گھر گیا تھا، مگر پلان یہی تھا کہ رات یہیں تمہارے پاس ر کوںگا " وہ کچھ نہیں بولی، خاموشی سے اسے دیکھتی رہی "  اب اٹھو بھی ، فریش  ہو جاؤ  پھر مل کر ڈنر کرتے ہیں، میں سب تمہارے پسندیدہ کھانے  لے کر آیا ہوں " "لیکن مجھے کوئی بھوک نہیں ہے  دانی " "ہنی ،جو میں کہ رہا ہوں وہ کرتی جاؤ  بس، بھوک خود لگنے لگے گی " اس نے سہارا دے کر اسے اٹھایا اور واش روم تک پنہچایا ، اور لالہ  کو کھانا  نکالنے  کی ہدایت دیتے ہوے فون پر مصروف ہو گیا جب تک ہنی شاہ واپس اپنے بستر