Birthday '06

Is it true solitude when in teeming multitudes of humankind, utterly silent, with a hush as grave as death upon them, walking down a road with no known destination, you are the only one who can hear yourself screaming? Then, is it any wonder that among the vast crowds, those few faces that could have soothed your troubled mind with a mere glint of recognition, unvoiced but real, remain as cold and expressionless as the rest?

muted rage

ghar mein tha kya keh tera gham jisse ghaarat karta
woh jo rakhte thhey ik hasrat-e-taameer, so hai...

- Ghalib