I Thought You shone With Light.

Aadil Ghulam Bhat 
(Poet and Author)

 I called you fair; I thought you shone with light.

I trusted every promise in your eyes.

I named you spring before the winter came,

And crowned your silence with imagined skies.

I thought your heart was fashioned out of dawn,

A shrine where every gentler virtue stayed;

But every step I took toward your truth

Unveiled another shadow, deeper laid.

Your borrowed radiance fled before the day;

The mask of beauty could not bear the sun.

The star I praised dissolved into the void,

And all my faith was scattered, one by one.

I called you fair; I thought you shone with light.

Yet all I found was endless, faithless night—

As dark as hell itself could ever be,

As dark as night, devoid of light to me.

Fickle Fortune

 

Aadil Gulam Bhat 

Poet and Author 

When fickle Fortune frowns with a stern face,

And clouds of sorrow darken every place,

Think not each loss that wounds the human heart

Has come with no design, no hidden part.

If someone dear should choose to walk away,

And leave your world less bright than yesterday,

Perhaps that absence, painful though it seems,

Makes room for someone meant beyond your dreams.

If you are turned away where hope once led,

And every plan falls silent, cold, and dead,

Do not mourn too long the gate that would not yield;

A kinder path may wait beyond the field.

If you should miss the bus by chance one day,

And curse the hour that carried it away,

Who knows what danger travelled down that road,

Or what unseen burden fate had there bestowed?

For often roses flourish among thorns,

And brightest light from deepest darkness dawns;

The lark must leave the stillness of the night

Before it greets the morning with its flight.

So count not every disappointment loss,

Nor every burden as a heavier cross;

For Providence, with wisdom vast and wide,

Often hides its blessings in disguise.

And when your soul, surrounded by despair,

Can find no music in the heavy air,

Trust still the hand that guides both star and sea—

What

 seems denied may be your liberty.