Hey.... opening this account after a long time and trying to post something new. Something different from my pov.

Khamoshi ki chadar mein lipte hain manzar,

Sawaalon ke daldal mein dooba hai khanjar.

Ye raste hain anjaan, manzil hai dhoondli,

Magar chal raha hoon main seene ko tan kar.

Jo khwaabon ki keemat chukai hai maine,

Wo daulat zamane ne dekhi hi kab hai?

Har ek harf mein dard bikhra hai aise,

Ki jaise ye panno pe likhi ghazal hai.

Log kehte hain ke ab main badal sa gaya hoon,

Unhein kya pata kis aag se main nikal sa gaya hoon.

Ye mitti ki kaaya, ye kaanch ke armaan,

Har thokar se seeks ke ab sambhal sa gaya hoon.

Ab fark nahi padta ke kaun saath hai mere,

Maine andheron mein hi dhoonde hain savere.

1.Khamoshi ki chadar mein lipte hain manzar, Sawaalon ke daldal mein dooba hai khanjar

Pov: "My silence isn't peace; it’s a strategic retreat. When people look at me, they see someone who is calm, but inside, my mind is a swamp of unanswered questions. 'Why did she leave? Why am I working 14 hours a day for a corporation that doesn't care? Where did my youth go?' Every question feels like a dagger twisted into my chest, but I've learned to bleed internally so the world doesn't see my weakness."

2"Jo khwaabon ki keemat chukai hai maine, Wo daulat zamane ne dekhi hi kab hai?

Pov: "People see my bank account, my job title, or my clean clothes, and they think I’m doing fine. They see the 'success' but they didn't see the price tag. They didn't see the nights I cried on the kitchen floor, the panic attacks in the office bathroom, or the piece of my soul I had to surrender just to keep from losing my mind. You see what I achieved; you have no idea what I had to kill inside myself to get here.""

3.Log kehte hain ke ab main badal sa gaya hoon, Unhein kya pata kis aag se main nikal sa gaya hoon.

Pov:They complain that I don't laugh as much, that I don't call anymore, that I've become 'cold' or detached. They call it a change in attitude; I call it survival. They are judging the smoke without ever having felt the fire that burned away my naivety. I didn't choose to change—the trauma, the betrayal, and the crushing weight of responsibility forced me to evolve or die."

4.Ye mitti ki kaaya, ye kaanch ke armaan, Har thokar se seekh ke ab sambhal sa gaya hoon.

Pov: I used to have fragile, glass-like dreams of a perfect love and a smooth career. Life shattered them effortlessly. But instead of sweeping away the pieces, I let them cut me until I hardened. Every failure at work and every tear shed over her was a brutal lesson. I am still fragile, still made of flesh and bone (mitti ki kaaya), but my stance is different now. I know how to take a hit without falling."

5.Ab fark nahi padta ke kaun saath hai mere, Maine andheron mein hi dhoonde hain savere.

Pov: This is the ultimate, bitter freedom. When you realize that nobody is coming to save you—not the woman who promised to stay, not the friends who are too busy with their own lives, not the luck you kept praying for—you stop looking for a savior. I spent so long waiting for a light at the end of the tunnel until I realized the only way out was to become my own light. Now, loneliness doesn't scare me. If the world stands with me, great. If I walk alone, I still walk."