The Sun That Rose on My Fading Dusk

This ghazal portrays the transformative power of love—how a single presence can awaken color, bloom, and warmth in an otherwise cold memory. Through imagery of sun, blossoms, and whispered prayers, the poem reflects how longing turns every breeze into a message and every moment into an echo of the beloved.

In the celebration of your eyes, my world began to bloom;

Upon my weary dusk, a fresh sun whispered through the gloom.

Wherever your footsteps came, blossoms began to fall—

In the cold garden of memory, colors began to call.

With every breeze, your name drifted gently off my shoulder,

Like a midnight prayer—so soft, growing bolder.

O moon far from the trembling mirrors of my days,

Without you, my broken heart finds no place to stay.