Two drops of crimson tears, adorned with a gold patterns evoke the exquisite relationship between ashk (tears) and ishq (love); twin emotional states that poets have long entwined. Ghalib’s immortal lines echo through the piece:

رگوں میں دوڑتے پھرنے کے ہم نہیں قائل
جب آنکھ ہی سے نہ ٹپکا تو پھر لہو کیا ہے

Ragon mein daud-te phirne ke ham nahi kaiyel
jab aankh hi se na tapka to phir lahoo kya hai

Blood, he reminds us, achieves its truest meaning only when it finds expression as a tear.

While gently recalling the mourning for Imam Husain, the artwork speaks more broadly to the alchemy of human feeling: pain transformed into poetry, grief into gleaming gold.