Aadil Ghulam Bhat
[Poet & Novels writer]
Born on 02- 04 - 1999
She was oasis to my desert.
A sun of hope to my heart.
The whispers of affection.
A red whinny ink unto my pen.
A freedom of a prisoner
My nightingale, a beautiful listner.
A bunch of words to my poetry.
A poem decorated with imagery.
She was moonlight in my darkness,
A balm of solace to my distress.
The echoes of sweet devotion,
A golden sonnet in constant motion.
A liberty to my captive soul,
Making broken hearts whole.
She is verses in my rhyme,
An art painted with over time.
She was the calm before the storm,
A rainbow after the rain has worn.
The anchor in my stormy sea,
A melody in the chaos, wild and free.
The heavenly muse that fueled my art,
A beating rhythm in my lonely heart.
She was a sunrise after the night,
A haven where everything felt right.
Now she is water to a flaming fire,
A faulty, busted, twisted wire.
A colourless resistor to my current,
A cloudy fade unto my Crescent,
She is now "Azrael" to my life.
The cut of furious and sharp knife.
