When Power Defined Me, and Emptiness Condemned Meجب طاقت ہی میری پہچان بنی، اور خلا نے مجھے مجرم ٹھہرا دیاPOEM (ENGLISH + URDU)EnglishPower is everything,that was the first lie I learned.In its warmth I felt visible,in its fire my silence burned.Power crowned me king,without a throne or crown.
When Power Defined Me, and Emptiness Condemned Me جب طاقت ہی میری پہچان بنی، اور خلا نے مجھے مجرم ٹھہرا دیا POEM (ENGLISH + URDU) English Power is everything, that was the first lie I learned. In its warmth I felt visible, in its fire my silence burned. Power crowned me king, without a throne or crown. Voices listened when I spoke, rooms shifted when I came around. Power made me human— or so I was made to believe. Without it, I was lesser, someone the world could leave. But power never stays, it exits without a sound. And leaves behind a mirror where no meaning can be found. Now I am called a devil, not by law, not by men, but by the voice inside my head that once praised me then. I became nothing—nil, unnamed, stripped of borrowed flame. And in that hollow silence, I blamed myself for the shame. اردو طاقت ہی سب کچھ ہے، یہ پہلا جھوٹ تھا جو میں نے سیکھا۔ اسی کی روشنی میں خود کو پہچانا، اسی کی آگ میں میرا سکوت جل گیا۔ طاقت نے مجھے بادشاہ بنایا، بغیر تخت و تاج کے، میں بولتا تو...