The Wind That Never Came

This ghazal is a quiet lament sung in the stillness of night, echoing the sorrow of absence and the weight of longing. Through imagery of silent winds, veiled moons, and endless waiting, the poem paints a landscape of yearning that feels both intimate and universal.

In the hush of night, not a breeze wandered by,

Not a whisper reached my heart from the breaking sky.

The moon, cloaked behind clouds of longing and dread,

Let no flicker of hope in the darkness be spread.

My eyes, through the night, searched paths you might take,

But the road revealed no trace, not even a wake.

Oh, to flee from myself, if only for a night—

But the heart bore no strength to outlast this blight.