Bonsai of Thoughts: Four

51. No light graces the sky today, perhaps even the moon is melancholy.
If I mistake you for the moon and weave you into verse, how great would be my folly?

52. Why can't you see the pain in my chest anymore these days?
Must I accept that neglect is all you have left to say?

53. Fly away, beloved, become a butterfly and flee;
There's no profit in love, you know—only loss, complete and free.

54. My heart has been imprisoned in this body for so long,
I couldn't even touch you once—how cleverly you've played me wrong!

55. My heart has stumbled over love's hollow shell,
I want only love now—what good does romance ever tell?

56. My abundance of love, you say, is more than you can bear;
I only keep retreating, never moving forward anywhere!

57. I came with measured steps, dressed in my finest attire;
But resting only deepened my weariness as day expired!

58. Once you bowed before my heart, humble and sincere;
Now you need no love at all! Have you grown so austere?

59. Begin your neglect anew, the old one has grown stale with rot;
I didn't wish to die, but someone has shattered my heart's lot!

60. Mornings heavy with regret burn in the sun's harsh glare,
Some restlessness pervades my body, my mind laid bare.

61. Love amounts to nothing; all enchantment proves false,
I've buried love's story beneath fairy tales' pulse.

62. Before, my heart would counsel me; now I counsel my heart instead,
Living through pretense, it turns out, is really quite easy to tread!

63. If not in this life, then in the next I'll be someone special to you,
Someone you'll take to the seashore to touch the waves so blue.

64. If I flee somewhere, you'll surely search for me,
When I'm lost to pride, that day you'll finally see!

65. I have nothing left, even memory has begun to decay;
I only remember how you killed me slowly, claiming love while loving stayed away.

66. The person who swallows suffering each day to survive,
Even if they skip meals for days, no one checks if they're alive.

67. On melancholy nights I listen to songs, those stars seem foreign to me,
But you, holding my hand, remain more foreign than they could ever be!

68. Hidden beneath masks, I can't recognize myself anymore, yet you claim you know me well!
Truly, I must applaud your audacity's bold spell!

69. With all the colors of my life, I painted you complete,
While you threw only white paint at me in defeat!

70. My sorrow isn't that I let you go away.
My regret is this: how could you let me go that way?

71. Wish for my death if you must, I implore,
But don't bury me beneath neglect's cold floor.

72. The air you breathe circles back to me in time.
This excuse alone suffices for me to stay alive.

73. Beloved, can you touch darkness with your hand?
If not, how will you touch my heart, I don't understand?

74. When a lover grieves, her beloved weeps,
And when a beloved weeps, poetry flows in streams deep.

75. To understand my ghazals, you must let go of my hand;
You know ghazals and lovers can never walk together hand in hand?