that the broken
vale
stutters its utter
malignancy in retreat, that water
is now
nice - politeness
in retreat, that summer
winds
down - not in
advance, that
your
afterlife is
measurable in loveless
hymn-
that too in
defeat, that quote
from
ghalib - in
defeat, that rote missive and yesterday missing its yesterday.
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Gathering just-a-bit-o moss 
Wow! You are referring to a particular quote by Ghalib? Which one?
Thanks. Although I refer to a quote, Ghalib’s life and work is seeped in one word, and here I quote Faiz: “to ghalib ke kalaam ki ye bunyaadi kaifiyat kya hai? agar iss ke liye maiN koi aik lafz soch chuka hooN to wo udaashi hai.” It is this deep despondency in Ghalib that reverberates, is relevant and haunts us today.