He lived in the midst of political turmoil. He dealt with dire desolation. Decadence and demise. But in the best moments of his life he walked alone, speaking with himself in exquisite poetry destiny overheard… and rewarded Asadulla Khan Ghalib with immortality.

If Ghalib were to grace a Mushaira with his presence today, and if one were to gently place the traditional lamp in front of him to urge him to recite, the flame would no doubt flicker with hesitation in the face of his brilliance!

Ghalib was born at the very end of the 18th century…when poetry has just begun to warm up to the beauty of Urdu. He went on to bestow depth and maturity to the relationship.

The times of his life often enraged him and often he embraced life with desire. Through a life of creative passion, he veiled many wounds of emotion.

From the lonely depths of his heart – felt philosophy, he surfaced with rare gems of sparking poetry. The sheer brilliance of his literary legacy illuminates the paths of poetry even to this day…