ख़ामोशी की आवाज़ सुनाई नहीं देती अब
तो ख़ामोशी से डर लगता है
I can't hear silence anymore
in the silence of early morning
i hear the sound of AC running
a child crying in the house below
a sound of a speeding truck
the hoot of the train from the station
the few birds having a conversation
i think about their woes
i hear the shrill of the whistle
the shouts and screams of people
the chaos of the city in day and night
and when i don't want to hear this anymore
i hear the evil look on a face
i hear the jealousies
i hear the scheming and planning behind the shrouded eyes
i also hear the pain of the scorned
i hear the agony in the distant call
i hear the hiding the pain in a smile
i hear the manipulation in the cry
i hear i hear i hear
i want the sound of silence
but even when every noise dies down
only a soft snore on my bed
the voices in mind wake up
i hear the past
i hear the future
no , i don't hear silence anymore.
