This life is so wretched, my friend;
Let me build a house
In between the lines of a Ghazal.
Somebody, somewhere, should
Theorise love, or let me find it
In between the lines of a Ghazal.
With a wrenching heart, I always return
From the cold arms of theirs, to find warmth
In between the lines of a Ghazal.
Neither in the idols of broken temples
Nor in the words of Gabriel, Kabir finds ‘him’
In between the lines of a Ghazal.
“Cover me, Cover me.”
I cannot hold this much ecstasy
In between the lines of a Ghazal.
Gift me a book of Ghazal before we separate
I will keep searching for your embrace
In between the lines of a Ghazal.
Jay S. Dash has recently completed his Masters in Comparative Literature from University of Hyderabad. He lives in Bhubaneswar, Odisha.
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