Khamoshi Ka Urooj / The Rise of Silence:

“Main cheekh kar nahi jeeta…
Main khamosh reh kar itna ucha utha ke awaaz ki zarurat hi nahi rahi.” 🔥🌹

“I didn’t become powerful by speaking louder…
I became unstoppable by mastering my silence.” 🌹

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Khamoshi Ka Urooj”

Arz kiya hai… ke…

Main ne apni awaaz buland nahi ki…
Main khamosh ho gaya,
Aur isi khamoshi mein mujhe apni asal taqat mili.

Ek waqt tha jab main khud ko samjhana chahta tha,
Logon ko apni ahmiyat batana chahta tha,
Lekin ab samajh aa gaya hai…
Har sach ko bayan karna zaroori nahi hota.

Maine woh toofan dekhe hain jo kisi ne nahi dekhe,
Woh jang ladi hai jo kabhi sunaai nahi di,
Magar phir bhi… main toot kar bhi khud ko jodta raha.

Na inteqaam ki zarurat, na kuch sabit karne ka shauq,
Kyun ke asli taqat cheekhti nahi…
Woh khamoshi mein chalti hai.

Shayad log kabhi na samajh paayein mera safar,
Woh raaten jahan main bikhar gaya,
Aur woh din jahan main dobara bana.

Magar koi baat nahi…
Har kahani sunane ke liye nahi hoti.

Ab na main tawajju chahta hoon,
Na kisi ki tasdeeq,
Main bas sukoon ke saath jeena seekh gaya hoon.

Aur ajeeb hai duniya ka rawaiya,
Jo kabhi nazar andaaz karte thay,
Aaj khamoshi se dekh rahe hain… samajhne ki koshish mein.

Magar ab na main rukta hoon, na samjhata hoon, na badalta hoon,
Kyun ke jab khamoshi urooj par hoti hai…
toh woh har awaaz se zyada buland ho jaati hai.

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English Version:

“The Rise of Silence”

I didn’t grow louder… I grew quieter,
And in that silence, I found a strength deeper than noise.

There was a time I tried to explain myself,
Tried to make people understand my worth,
But now I’ve learned…
Not every truth needs an audience.

I’ve walked through storms no one ever saw,
Fought battles that never made a sound,
And still… I stood back up, stronger than before.

No need for revenge, no urge to prove,
Because real power doesn’t shout… it moves in silence.

They may never understand my journey,
The nights I broke down… the days I rebuilt myself,
But that’s okay —
Not every story is meant to be told.

Now I don’t chase attention,
I don’t run after approval,
I walk with peace… steady, unshaken.

And the same world that once ignored me,
Now watches quietly… trying to read what I’ve become.

But I don’t react, I don’t explain, I don’t stop,
Because when silence rises…
it becomes louder than any voice ever could.