Oh! I am still,
Beholding the winter chill.
Across the panneled walls,
Polished chairs and golden grill.
As of you,
Feeling the breeze and dew.
A silent hope, silent tear,
Tired as pale rider, in brew.
Then a verity,
Covert in reality of austerity,
No dignity in rows of adversity.
So, unaware of belief and reality.
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I'm wingless bird, not to yearn to fly.
Pondering over miseries, long enough a fact.
Weeping blood streams left me so drained.
I'm flowing river, ain't finding end of line.
Oh, what have you done, you wretch,
And in deep darkness i rove.
Nothin in line, sans hope, sans taste.
No man apprise, all hopes are waste.
To a straight road, got nothin for my pain.
Enough to move on, enough to feel again.
Nothing but__ didn't squeeze enough to feel,
Enough to heal, enough to love, live again.
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Over the edge of yellow down,
Why you said, you love me?
Not forms any simple hope or lie.
Why you play grisly games.
There’s a whisper down the truth,
And always, thy fantasist falls,
On the way to my solitude,
Then i cried a lot sadly, madly and deeply.
Whooping madly in my frightened yard.
They are clouds, brief and duplex.
Am i so weak, No...................?
As flowers and thorns, silent like night.
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World is divided into falseword.
Thy presence in everywhere is coward.
The truth that i can't explain,
And world will not understand pain.
Why will they cry when i die,
I'm homeless bird, I've to fly
Forgot my captivating parterre,
But I'm the broken twig of tree.
Thy laugh, my blood, tribulation,
And all my hoisting in isolation.
All cruel hours like Unsprout buds,
And thy deciet turn my tears into floods
Amidest morning breeze,
with deep sleep,
So calm, so deep.
The birds twittering with ease.
Although, fresh smell of dew drops,
Then i am feeling,
Still teasing, screaming,
Feeling nervous، tired like corpse.
Creeping to downstairs, out of bed.
Looking to morning hue,
Something is due,
Painful night turned eyes red.
While looking towards trees,
Pleasure of dancing leaves,
That i never believe
Then I went to appease.
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 s...
