Each word is an effort. Each verse a fleeting dream. This journey is just beginning—on the twisting roads of ghazals and nazms, where every feeling wears words for the very first time. I am no master, but simply one who has dared to lay the weight of his heart upon these pages. What I felt, I spoke. Perhaps these verses might seem unfinished, perhaps they carry the rough edges of growth, but these imperfections are what define me. This book is the mirror of a budding poet, leaving behind the marks of his very first steps. Every line is a restless quest for the self, scattered deep within the heart’s unexplored corners. I hope my readers, in this struggle, become my companions, for that is my only wish. And if a word, a line, feels like your own, then know that this fledgling poet has taken his first stride.