Mirza Ghalib — a name that echoes through every mehfil where hearts speak louder than words. He was the master of emotions, the poet of pain, love, and existential confusion. His sher weren’t just rhymes — they were silent screams wrapped in velvet.

He wrote about love like he was mocking it, felt heartbreak like he invented it, and questioned life like he never got a straight answer.

Ghalib didn’t chase popularity — popularity chased him. His words still feel fresh in today’s world, because heartbreak hasn’t changed, only the internet speed has.