Some untold stories...
some unfulfilled promises...
Incomplete poems...
Blank files
some archived snaps...........lying on my desktop abridging their appreciation, devoid of the indispensable attention they deserve.
Though the cruelty of time had no bearance on their physical structure yet the lack of attention has left no stones unturned to mortalize them.
Manouvering through these valuables I came across some open threads, that i have left open unintentionally and are somehow entangled now, not giving a clue... some unsolicited phrases "Paradox within.." ....then somewhere down the page "Ziyaan hue fuzool....." and again after a Pagedown click i find 2 incomplete lines "na jaane ka sabab poocho, naa aane ki wajah..jawaab-e-tihii hue hain, na poocho koi sawaal".
Though the timestamps of all these were different with quite enough gap to allow a person forget the very existence of such thoughts ...... but then I tried to relate these and really confounded to accept the fact that I could never forget that "something haunting"...no matter how much I have tried to avoid it by not writing...perplexing me so much with little energy left for thinking .......but the weed was not eliminated..It grew and grew like anything and reflected its magnate in every second thought that would come to me...
some unfulfilled promises...
Incomplete poems...
Blank files
some archived snaps...........lying on my desktop abridging their appreciation, devoid of the indispensable attention they deserve.
Though the cruelty of time had no bearance on their physical structure yet the lack of attention has left no stones unturned to mortalize them.
Manouvering through these valuables I came across some open threads, that i have left open unintentionally and are somehow entangled now, not giving a clue... some unsolicited phrases "Paradox within.." ....then somewhere down the page "Ziyaan hue fuzool....." and again after a Pagedown click i find 2 incomplete lines "na jaane ka sabab poocho, naa aane ki wajah..jawaab-e-tihii hue hain, na poocho koi sawaal".
Though the timestamps of all these were different with quite enough gap to allow a person forget the very existence of such thoughts ...... but then I tried to relate these and really confounded to accept the fact that I could never forget that "something haunting"...no matter how much I have tried to avoid it by not writing...perplexing me so much with little energy left for thinking .......but the weed was not eliminated..It grew and grew like anything and reflected its magnate in every second thought that would come to me...
True "there is no escapade from self".
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