Aadil Ghulam Bhat

  The truth is, I don't believe I could rehearse Any of them today? If you asked me to Whether I'm writing prose or poetry, The words arrive in profusion. Leave as abruptly as possible. like migrating birds. I am merely the body of water. where they pause to rest. while travelling to drier climes. I never know exactly. What I'm going to say when I begin a poem. It might be brief or It might be short. I didn't intend it. And after the poem is over, I resume my silence. I keep to myself, "Silence." The unpredictable and fleeting nature of creativity, and the poet's role as a vessel for inspiration. The poem explores the experience of the poet as a conduit for creative inspiration, highlighting the unpredictable and transient nature of the creative process. The poet likens themselves to a body of water that serves as a temporary resting place for migrating birds - the words and ideas come and go freely, without warning or control. The poem reflects on the ide...

  I silenced the rain. That comes every night. But this day, It would have been teasing. Eyes had been separated for centuries. Are shocked by their shadows. Ages have passed, so lonely. Even if they lose their hands, They don't leave. Don't break the moment. From the branches of time. Every night you fall asleep. In your nightmare Send punishments. I've sent my flaws. This is a poem with an ambiguous meaning that can be interpreted in various ways. The theme revolves around the feeling of loneliness, separation, and the fear of being punished for one's flaws. The first line, "I silenced the rain that comes every night," can be seen as a metaphor for the speaker's attempt to suppress the constant noise and chaos in their life. The next line, "But this day, it would have been teasing," indicates that the speaker is perhaps seeking solitude and quietness. The line "Eyes had been separated for centuries" portrays the idea of being separate...