Astray- a ghazal

The sense of loss even keener today 
As the things one stands to lose
Bit by bit
Get taken away

The sense of love
Welling up in misty eyes
Reminds me
Of each passing day.

Who were these people -
with words
you tried to reach?
What do they mean when 
There's nothing left to say?

Blink, again 
And make it real
Take in the black darkness,
Make it gray.

It throbbed- with pain 
Each moment it lived
Each dream it dreamt
My mind - gone astray.