Once upon a time, my mind was a natural recipient to fresh and instant ideas. And words complemented those thoughts well. Now the mind has changed, the ideas have perished and the words have withered away. Why? The reason is yet to be discovered. The motive; yet to be unearthed. And the disease, still to be diagnosed.
But as I sit repenting on the decline of my creative state; there's a voice (from deep within) that's shouting at me. I can see it. Can't hear it. That voice is mine-I know; but how to reach it? I don't. It can help me- I know; but how to follow it? I don't.
In my quest of finding others I have lost my own-self. This is sad, but I am happy still. At least I have realized that I am not with me; and this is my first step towards my revival. But that's it; because I am still to find my way back to the original me, to help myself move ahead.
simply me
About Me
- Safyah Zafar
- Karachi, Pakistan
- "Because I am a woman, I must make unusual efforts to succeed. If I fail, no one will say, "She doesn't have what it takes." They will say, "Women don't have what it takes." ~Clare Boothe Luce
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