Haal-E-Dil

The silence you left was

much louder than the words you

spoke when you were here.

When you left, the world

became too loud—

your voice replaced

with the absence of it.

I was a cricket when you came

now a cricket without legs.

I was yelling but

you couldn’t hear me.

Like walking past the homeless

in an overly populated city.

The sun is out but it

stopped shining for me.

My lungs like a smoker’s

it became hard to breathe.

(Haal-E-Dil means “The Condition of My Heart” in Urdu)