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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— 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? tere ishq mein ghayal

You are the knife and the balm. You are the one who broke my ribs open, then filled my hollow chest with moonlight. They ask me why I limp through the

So let me bleed. Let me stumble. Let me fall at your feet until my bones turn to dust. Would you like a Urdu-Hindi transliterated version or

The Lovely Wound

I have become the madman at your door, the faqir who collects thorns as if they were roses. The world calls it a sickness. I call it ghayali —the holy wound.