AADIL GHULAM BHAT ENGLISH POET AND NOVELIST.

It is rightly said words have the power to bring a better change in a person and a society. Aadil Ghulam Bhat from Hablishi village of South Kashmir's Kulgam district has released his book titled “NIGHTS IN SOLITUDE” Aadil Ghulam always thought poetry is a profound literature and plays a role with proper system.His creative writing technique is usually characterised by a certain rhythm and style."Nights in solitude" is a poetry book consisting about 55 poem. The book is available at everywhere for readers in paperback and ebook as well. They need to understand that time is the one thing in life that you can never get back. Once it's gone, it's gone forever. So let's stop wasting time, and start a chance

NIGHTS IN SOLITUDE'' is the heartbreaking poetry book and never ending lessons of life.

To write to endure is the motive of this poetry and probably there is a lot of collection that arise from day to day thoughts. The book contains 54 poems as far that were composed in mean time.you can enjoy these poems as a never ending quest for endurance and fulfilment.

Aadil ghulam bhat wrote his all story in poetry form that increases the beauty of his thougths and gave birth to this book.

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Do you hear the walls bleed

Aadil Ghulam Bhat Poet and Author Do you hear the walls bleed at night? Do you hear them weep in whispered wails, In midnight murmurs no man dares read, Their tired tales tucked beneath paint— Beneath the smog of propaganda? I have seen the silence scream. I have seen laughter die in daylight. I have seen light snuffed by sorrow, By eyes too tired to wonder. I have seen. I have seen— Pillows swallowing sobs like mourners, Doors that forgot the art of welcome, Ceilings sagging under secrets, Windows blinking away the bullets, As though war were only weather. The walls—they flinch in fright. They remember what we bury. They remember how bullets bloom, How joy jolts and dies on entry, How peace parades in camouflage. They wear wounds beneath wallpaper, Tremble in the tapestries of time. I asked the door, “How many left Barefoot, shadows stretched past dawn?” It did not answer—but it groaned. Every crack is a confession. Every nail, a narrative unnamed. Even the bricks wear qui...

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IN THE WAKE OF HER GAZE

Withdrawn am I from storm and street, From silent towns and deserts wide— Not driven back by wind or heat, But by her gaze—undraped, defied. Oh, I would tear through dusk and dawn, Undo the hours in passion’s flame; For all that's pure feels lost and gone, And sanctity is not the same. She, whose brow once stilled my breath, Whose eyes held stars in river’s flow— Has robbed the night of restful depth, And dimmed the twilight's gentle glow. Each symbol once within my mind Now fades like whispers in the air. No thought remains, no peace to find, For even rest brings back despair. And in your arms, what secrets slept— Of springs that bloomed, then softly wept.

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In conversation with Tagore

Aadil Ghulam Bhat Poet & Author. (Where the mind is without fear A nd the head is held high; Where knowledge is free; Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;) ~ Rabindranath Tagore O h dear Tagore! the lament of the written words—this sacred art, Once a medium for profound contemplation, it has now been diminished to the triviality of emails and text messages. I can’t help, but imagine how you might have navigated this digital chaos.Perhaps you would have found yourself calling as an Instagram poet, crafting pithy 280-character gems of wisdom into condensed, bite-sized pieces perfectly suited for the fleeting attention spans of scrolling fingers. Your insightful reflections on the human condition would likely be drowned in a sea of hashtags like #LiteraryNoble and #nobleforlikes, lost amid an endless parade of selfies a...

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