Ghayal | Tere Ishq Mein

I tell them: I am ghayal.

You are the knife and the balm. You are the one who broke my ribs open, then filled my hollow chest with moonlight. tere ishq mein ghayal

The Lovely Wound

Tere ishq mein ghayal— and for the first time, I am perfectly broken. Would you like a Urdu-Hindi transliterated version or a musical lyric adaptation of this piece? I tell them: I am ghayal

They ask me why I limp through the bazaars, clutching my side where no sword has cut. They ask why my laughter sounds like shattered glass, and my eyes carry the weight of a monsoon that never falls. tere ishq mein ghayal