What memories have etched this incision in the night?The heart will not crumble—without a reason—in the night. The throbbing in the air is the labour of my breathing,The chorus of the sighs is a petition in the night. The splinters…
Tag: English Ghazal
These Fingers
Like a penitent pigeon, grief has settled again on the ledge; Molten moons have lingered and shone in vain on the ledge.
Afterwards
Afterwards, I shall be a mote swirling at your window,Without a breath, or a heartbeat, ringing at your window. Noon has stumbled through the crumbling buildings,Like a silence among the wooers singing at your window. Withering are the curses traded…
Wet Charcoal
Each night I bleed a little of my soul to her beauty,Silken words congeal into a mole to her beauty. A lone moon treads the vesper dust of day's end,The dying sun has left a veil of kohl to her…
The Winter of Tonight
Old lesions fester and seep in the cavern of tonight,Broken vows gather and weep in the cavern of tonight. A high wind sways the maimed tree of deodar,The axmen are crowned in the tavern of tonight. Upturned chairs wait not…
Years in the Ash
The old year shrivels like a dog-eared calendar in the ash,Days fuse into dust, hope into hungry tinder, in the ash. For a decade of writing my heart out on the Internet,The façade has imploded in its splendour in the…
A Leaf by The Nightfall
Forgotten on the heath like a sheaf by the nightfall,The sea of love has withered on the reef by the nightfall. Happiness will recede with the beat of her footsteps,The dust will settle like a grief by the nightfall. A…
One Grain Amongst the Storm 