Aadil Ghulam Bhat

  KASHMIR, MARCH, 2022 .  The morning moved faster than usual, indicating that the day would be eventful, and the sky hung low and gray. Late in the afternoon, I discovered Aadil in his room, sitting by the window, his brow furrowed. His fingers moved restlessly over the rosary beads in contemplation. Because the heavy velvet curtains were half-closed, the room was dim, and there was a perplexing wedge of daylight that fell on certain spot where Aadil sat, giving the entire scene a dreamy quality. I couldn't help but wonder if Aadil would recognize the true intent behind everything I was about to ask him to do, or if he would be shocked and upset. As I stood there taking in the tranquillity of the moment while also feeling scared and worried, I caught sight of of a dream I noticed Aadil, a much older and frailer version of himself, sitting in a dark green robe. in the same location, looking more compassionate and generous than ever before, but with a permanent scar on his hear...

Let me not to the accredited of fake promises To me, fair you, you never can be old, You see my antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you alter now. I Have eyes to wonder,  but lack words to praise. Yes my love, swears that you are made of truth I do believe on both sides  thus is simple truth suppress’d You are water to life and I'm soul to fire. So long as you can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this  gives life to me. The poem is actually a sonnet written by Aadil Ghulam Bhat that speaks of a love that is so strong and true that it transcends time and space. The poet declares that he will not be swayed by false promises, and that the beauty of his love is eternal and unchanging. He compares his beloved to a work of art that cannot be altered, even by the passage of time. The poet is in awe of his beloved's beauty and acknowledges that his words are inadequate to express the depth of his admiration. The poem expresses the belief that t...