Ghazal Poems About: - Originally an Arabic verse form dealing with loss and romantic love, medieval Persian poets embraced the ghazal, eventually making it their own. Consisting of syntactically and grammatically complete couplets, the form also has an intricate rhyme scheme. The ghazal is a form of amatory poem or ode, originating in Arabic poetry. A ghazal may be understood as a poetic expression of both the pain of loss or separation and the beauty of love in spite of that pain. The ghazal form is ancient, tracing its origins to 7th-century Arabic poetry. Since you are the cannon missiles of the Israel army, In the battle field of love, With no desire to win over you, I become the activist of Palestine! The garden too which I nourished with desire disappointed me like love; When I asked for flowers, it gives me leaves! Many people have become musicians by getting my broken flute! With a suspicion that your sleep will get disturbed if I play the flute with my mouth, I live as a lover as on today! I am refusing to get the loan of the memories of my lover in dreams Since there are no tears to pay the interest in the give and take of love! You get married to anyone, whomever you like, But I shall be the doctor who conducts your delivery Just to kiss once my adopted child who lived in your womb! You wondered by seeing Taj Mahal as symbol of Love! If you find the tower color painted with blood, by making basement in my heart with dreams, pillars with bones, life as roof, you complete life you slept keeping your head over my chest! The book of love failure is turned over day by day, But the writing hands only vary second to second! There are no erupting volcanoes in the country where her feet are laid! With the music sung to her, the forests of bamboo also got fire lit over me! While she sleeps on the mattress of night and the angels guards her for safety, the soft music of her heart is kept bolted without touching the wavelength of my nerve! After your breathing sounds and blood vessels took rest, before the pyre is lit to your body, my corpse would have been buried in that place! Rather than the occasion of calling you with the word of ‘lover', I called you with the name of my mother who had gone to an alternative world is more! Are you my second mother or my first child? I eat the remaining left over food by you in the leaf you ate, Since I touched with my hand, the food enters through the throat into my stomach as poison! You pelt me even with stones as much as you desire, But whatever hurts you, don't slash my heart with the whip! Even though you swerve away by distantly keeping the gifts I gave you, I come nearer by hearing the noise of fallen beads from your anklets to say the miracle of blossoming of flowers from the thorns you threw in yesterday's dreams! It is the error of the hands done for the glass cup which fell by slip and broken! It is the perspective error of love with the shattering thoughts of heart breaks and nerves catching fire! I play one game of hide and seek by binding my eyes with love! In the battalion of a few butterflies, one butterfly flies by carrying the heart! ***