Phone hath mei hone ka baad bhi
Apne spacial one ka msg na padhna


It's called Digital Haramkhori🥀🙄

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A line that eagers most of us?
It's not , " I LOVE YOU".....
(from a specific person)
It's , "YOUR MESSAGE HAS BEEN DELETED "!
(from any person)

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Deliberate Silence or
Preferably Unheard...
Choice is yours; only
Challenge is to Silent
the Mind.

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What I have uttered
Is more than adequate
For you to accept my plea
But you do not respond.
You kiss my words
As you gaze down on me
Walking away
Rending me
perpetually voiceless.

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To pervade thoughts through

Voiceless nights

That's why I write .

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Our voice can either be active or passive
but must never be voiceless...

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I wish that you never know
the pain of having a voice
and not being able to use it.

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वो श्वान था अगले दोनो पैरो को जोड़कर धीरे से घिसरकर आगे बढ़ाता हुआ पिछले दोनो पैरों को घसीटते हुए चल रहा था। उसका शरीर बहुत कमजोर था,किसी कोढ़ से ग्रस्त व्यक्ति की भांती। भरा बाजार था वो सैंकड़ो लोग थे वहाँ अनेको दुकाने थी,वाहन चल रहे थे,कुछ लोग पैदल भी चल रहे थे,मै भी गुजर रहा था बाईक पे।अकस्मात मेरा ध्यान पड़ा। उस दृश्य ने मुझे अंदर से झकझोर के रख दिया,मै मन ही मन खुद को कोस रहा था,उसकी कोई भी मदद ना कर पाने के लिये खुद को लोच रहा था। मै मेरे मस्तिष्क मे उठ रहे हज़ारों सवालो को दबोच रहा था,कुछ इस कदर मै पीड़ा मे सोच रहा था।मेरी आँखे नम और बेबस थी।काश मै उसके पिछले कर्मों को बदल पाता,उसकी सहायता कर सकता अगर मै होता विधाता।

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A city sun-kissed and bright once again
Serenity prevailing
Birds chirping
Magnetic aura of tea
as the day begins.
Yet I can feel the fear gripping
In the minds of many voiceless souls
But praying for everyone to be safe
Hoping to breathe normally once again.

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Voiceless
Night touches me platonically,
no subtle flirting to seduce me into slumber.
Memories cut through moments
and I cling to an épée, fencing them off
on the bed, miles away from sleep.
Disoriented feet leap, I take ten steps
and reach my bedroom window —
the screen that lets the outside in,
but fails to get the inside out.
In no time, the sky turns bright blue.
The city comes alive.
Birds, almost ten species, sing. I listen
intently. Tires screech, people chatter,
hawkers call out, vessels clatter,
a road roller grunts,
a hammer hits an iron bar, it hurts —
I'm right here. I hear. I'm listening.
I speak.
No one listens.
I scream.
No one hears.

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