Footsteps Lost in the Fog

This ghazal draws from the well of deep emotional solitude and longing. The poet wanders through silent alleys of memory, searching for the vanished light of a beloved presence. It reflects the sorrow of lost seasons, faded scents, and the undying hope of reunion. In elegant metaphor, the verses explore the enduring ache of absence and the quiet strength of remembrance.

My heart grew heavy in this night, silent and dim,

Where is your light, your voice — not even a hymn?

The alleys fill with shadows, smoke, and fear,

No trace of you remains — no scent, no limb.

Spring departed, and silence bloomed instead,

The breeze once known now sings a stranger's hymn.

In waves of weariness, my soul begins to ache,

How easily your sorrow becomes my every whim.

Though you're afar, my vow remains unchanged,

My heart is yours, my eyes await on a whim.