A Song You Never Heard

This ghazal is an ode to love that inspires creation, even in silence and distance. The speaker is transformed by the mere passing of the beloved—haunted by memory, but strengthened by the longing. It speaks of being forgotten, yet continuing to sing. It’s about beauty born from ache.

For your name each night, I became a song,

In the shadow of longing, I’ve waited so long.

The wind stole my voice, never told where it fled,

Since one fleeting gaze, I’ve burned instead.

You passed me by, unaware of the flame—

Yet in that moment, I rose without shame.

I lost myself, then lost myself more,

In the depth of a silence I couldn’t ignore.

Though you left, and the street fell still,

I appear in the mirror of verse—against will.