Shabd

Cheenkhna chahti thi lekin aawaz sunne waala koi nahi tha,

Bahut kuchh kehna chahti thi par samajhne waala bhi koi nahi

Phir socha jo kuchh kehna hai woh usse kaho jo kabhi naa de daga, aise mein sirf ek sujhaav mann mein aaya…

Siyahi, kaagaz, laptop ya phone uthake itna likhne ki iccha hui ki mann mein jitni uljhan thi woh khulkar bahar aa jaaye aur saari taqleefein kam dard dene lagein.

Toh ab status kya hai, kisine poochha…

Main apne uss zone se iss tarah muskurayi ki unhein aisa vyateet hone laga jaise mujhmein kabhi bhi koi tamasic bhavnaye thi hi nahi

In the words of the great Piyush Mishra:
सुकून मिलता है लफ्ज़ कागज पर उतार कर,
चीख भी लेता हूँ आवाज भी नहीं होती…

Shabd. Words. Power. Freedom.

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