A Ghazal in English
I swayed in silence, touched by your sign —
Each glance you gave, poured slow like still wine.
No chalice raised, no toast was made,
Yet love brimmed over, pure like still wine.
No words were said, no vows exchanged,
Your gaze alone felt sure like still wine.
Your lashes fell — the dusk grew deep,
A sacred hush unfurled like still wine.
That lingering pause, that turning away —
Held more than hours endure, like still wine.
Your eyes, they mirrored what I hid,
Each wound they made, they cure like still wine.
To be so near and not confess —
That ache I must endure like still wine.
Nowhere to run, no path but you —
Your glance becomes my lure like still wine.
Prashant now sips his silent grief,
And lets his lines mature like still wine.
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