(A Ghazal in English)
I swayed, undone, in the wine of your eyes —
Each glance a cup, in disguise of your eyes.
No tavern called, no goblet was near,
Still I drowned in the rise of your eyes.
What secret prayer lies veiled beneath,
What hush of stars in the skies of your eyes?
Your lashes fall — the evening sighs,
A temple opens, where silence lies — your eyes.
You pause, you speak with nothing said,
A tale half-told in the guise of your eyes.
Like mirrors, they reveal my scars,
Even in stillness, replies of your eyes.
How can I turn from such a draught?
Saints would stumble — so wise, your eyes.
I go nowhere — your gaze, my path,
Each dream walks in the ties of your eyes.
Now Prashant drinks his quiet grief,
And pens it all in the cries of your eyes.
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