Held in a Breath, Left in a Glance

This ghazal dwells in the hush that follows absence—where the beloved’s silence echoes louder than words. It paints a world where rain recalls memories, the moon grows cold, and every breath is a quiet confession. Through soft imagery and restrained sorrow, it captures the still beauty of waiting.

No breeze, no whisper—no trace of you remains,

And my heart, unaware of your world, aches in chains.

Each day I’ve lived yearning for a single glance,

Oh, how one look could turn fate into chance.

Behind every window, the rain speaks your name,

Your memories stroll through the streets, softly aflame.

Nights stretch like centuries in your silent retreat,

Even the moon feels empty—cold and incomplete.

Should you pass me by, you’ll feel it for sure:

A breath held in longing, silent and pure.