Aadil Ghulam Bhat

Over the edge of yellow down,  Why you said, you love me?  Not forms any simple hope or lie.  Why you play grisly games.  There’s a whisper down the truth,  And always, thy fantasist falls,  On the way to my solitude,  Then i cried a lot sadly, madly and deeply.  Whooping madly in my frightened yard. They are clouds, brief and duplex. Am i so weak, No...................?  As flowers and thorns, silent like night.  Watch also on YouTube https://youtu.be/SkX-JmyVpvg

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Long ago, morning breeze,        In winter chill,                        I'm feeling still,  And imprisoned with memories.  All alone at midnight,                 Yet I'm still strange.          So what if i change,  You'll cry all night In the wings of silence.                       My spirit..... Alone          Along with pebbles of stone.  No rabble, no clamour in presence.  Available many poems on YouTube▶ https://youtu.be/CMbvhmwa9iE

  World is divided into falseword. Thy presence in everywhere is coward. The truth that i can't explain,  And world will  not understand pain.  Why will they cry when i die,  I'm homeless bird, I've to fly Forgot my captivating parterre,  But I'm the broken twig of tree.  Thy laugh, my blood, tribulation,  And all  my hoisting  in isolation. All cruel hours like Unsprout buds,  And thy deciet turn my tears into floods

Amidest morning breeze, with deep sleep,  So calm, so deep.  The birds twittering with ease.  Although, fresh smell of dew drops,  Then i am feeling,  Still teasing, screaming,  Feeling nervous، tired like corpse.  Creeping to downstairs, out of bed.  Looking to morning hue,  Something is due,  Painful night turned eyes red.  While looking towards trees,  Pleasure of dancing leaves,  That i never believe Then I went to appease. 

  I'm of two minds, how to get off odds and ends.  My faith is no longer changed, limits were exceed.  O, my sweet hopes, thou are sugar in mouth,  All hopes will fail, all shadows will fade.  Not taken and loved to beauty of filthy face,  Thy dear steps i used to kiss, in gloomy phase I may be out of your sight, never out of mind,  And you will find greatest escape, with cry everytime Every second you would be saudade and remorse,  On this cold, dark and sad night, listening the beat of my heart,  Gosh, "I am missing these days", with painful screams.  You won't cease bawling, will not know what to do. 

  It was morning all shine and rain,  And birds whirls in the morning breeze.  Half awake, feeling the Patter of rain,  With which nature tied me tightly.  That I was born on the basis of humiliation.  Has sign of seal of death on face? likely.  Over the sky, clouds are the white blanket, A great deal of life, waiting for the crimson.  And soft touch of fingertips to eyestrain,  Feeling the smell of sumbal, and Psithurism.  Crawling like a baby around my bed,  What did i lost, morning blithe or truce of dotage.  Cup of tea( nunchai ) held along with butter,  Across the window side wearing cloak worn.  Reminisce with fixation on puddles, petrichor.  Nevertheless, hoping to cease my painful odium. 

 All the life is a game, all the ups and downs are merely players. And a nightmare in a dark night, surely a truth of life. Novelty are clouds, tears are rain, Didn't give a chance to thunder.  Flowed in the river of rain, met with ocean of emotions.  In the night chill, all the time i am mewling like a sick kitten. From the other side orange blush of sun are the kind of comfort.  These are just two ages of life, fear and unfair.  And i saw the taste of venom in the form of honey.  Two ages of mine, passed by aro and smitten.  Somewhere filled with thorns, stones and elsewhere  with flowers. I marched upon  the both roads,once in a while happily and sometimes in pain.  And like  day and  night, they are two aspects of my love. 

  Eld thoughts grew in my gloomy nights. Lucent moon twinkling stars arrant me to blithe.  Those cold nights, teasing my sleep, blowing my sleep.  Depite everything, my pain, tolerance without letting myself cry.  Like on one's own mountain, like demure star.  My heart was drowning like a garden withered moppet in solitude.  I forgot my hilarity like aves fox_ pass the duleded parterre.  I lay in bed at night and wonder why am i here.  Didn't know am i alive, couldn't say my heartless pain.  I still remember how did i lose out  my happiness.  I was or was the shining moon, happiness also gone moon also faded.  I know the day when hilarity used to be my treasure.  Nothing remains, i shed my every happiness like leaves.  I felt like my heart dies a slow death. 

Your cold_shoulder is a scary night.  Why did have fake promises.  Whom  you have to love , hate him, merely is your devicen.  No shore in the ocean, i am waiting when the edge will come.  In the grip of waves of grief, out of love, why you left me alone.  Why so cozen? I am pahetic of twig.  Was not adopted, tale had been active every night.  I shouldn't have to feel the colours of love.  Why so deceit? Every night used to call me,  "O swallow swallow little swallow" I am feeling my life as autumn, my cruel hours are abscission.  Why so ruthless? Every night i feel grief and cruel screams.  Why so birse? Now you look at the verge of misery, hatred and anger.  And i sway in the breeze, so painfully, i flow through trees.