Echoes Beneath the Dust

This ghazal unfolds in the quiet space between memory and longing. The poet speaks to a love that has left but never truly gone — its scent, its echo, and its light continue to inhabit every breath. The poem captures that delicate ache of remembering someone so deeply that even silence begins to whisper their name.

You left — yet your scent still walks these streets of mine,

Your dream returns each night, crossing this fragile line.

In my weary eyes, the trace of your dream remains,

A shadow carved upon my dust and pains.

With every breeze, your name still softly flows,

My empty arms still cradle the ache that grows.

Return, O light of my dusk-dimmed sky,

Without you, my world forgets to try.