not so much now – a ghazal
Originally posted on A beetle with earrings:
Turn my head at every sound, not so much now. Regret takes refuge in me, not so much now. Was her hair brown? Her face an autumn evening? I remember she was me, not so much now. Heart-shaped envelopes, a book of ghazal, stuffed with songs and star-lit sleep, not so much now. From the border, the bullets travel in dust – leave your wounded memories, not so much now. One night of full moon, your arm around my waist, it’s all I wanted to see, not so much now. On your grave,… Continue reading not so much now – a ghazal
