Saturday, December 04, 2021

RING OF LOVE



Parterre I cover with blossoms for you,

Come, my star of wars!

Come, let me inhale fresh fragrance of you,

Never dull these glowing bars!

My eyes have filled by the oceans for you,

Deeply my heart is in marrow deep,

Though, no response has nodded me from you,

Garlands of star wars I keep.

What if seeds of love i sow in line? 

Forgot resentment, i swear by you

When, O love will you be mine? 

Loose out my hate from you. 







AUTHORS MESSAGE:

Myself Adil ghulam bhat, I am a poet and the author of a poetry book (100 years of my painful nights). Poetry does not have such tips because it is the art of expressing emotions, feelings and can never be based on tips. Poetry is a profound literature and plays a role with proper system. 

A creative writing technique is usually characterized by a certain rhythm and style. The modern poet wears many hats: he can write ghazals, produce commercial genre, create poetry books, write for greeting card companies, work for websites and compete in competitions; Just to have a few names.

 Learn the basics of poetry.

 A poet is one who conveys ideas and emotions to others through the written word. Although many people associate poetry with words that make poetry, a poet can choose one of the many different ways of writing to convey his message.

I will share some important ways to build a poem. 

1 Read a lot of  basic poetry. 

2 improve your vocabulary (literary words). 

3 write what you feel in day to day life on a roughly page then arrange them with minimum word length. 

4 Use concrete thoughts and give them shape use poetic devices like metaphors, similies, images, personification, oxymoron etc.... 

5 Match  thoughts and then you will start to become a Eminant poet.. 

         You can also read my poetry on my Personal Blog    or  on Youtube Poetry Blog. 







Tuesday, November 23, 2021

GRISLY GAME OF LOVE

 




I the impassionate to play the game of love. 

Will seek the spirit of love, blessedness thereof. 

Was anguish to love, i the quite imperfect, 

But upon whom i fall, i know not. 

I've searched for you on every night. 

I've called out for you in every dream. 

Blameless in due time, but in silent grave. 

And my nights are slow, sad and strange. 

When my words fall heavily, none come to listen. 

No longer need you to hide too well

I the falling leaf of autmn, seek the perfect race. 

I the eld thought, seal the deal to heal. 





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Saturday, November 13, 2021

OCEAN OF ELEVEN WAVES


 


Peregrine in the midst, glide down to crimson west. 

Awesome standing against sky, promising hundred births of best. 

And into the blue blood battle of deep and moving waves. 

Then served eleven waves till to made them slaves. 

None out of eleven shouting, haunted waves are at rest. 

Ignobly, all the eleven can't refuse even with utmost request. 

Still singing one more time, forgot about my potion. 

And is a glory in strange storming winds over ocean. 

No sailing boat, no sight of shore anymore. 

Sans tranquility, ocean of eleven waves was not lonely before. 






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Tuesday, November 02, 2021

MORNING OF EARLY WINTER

 



And also, this morning when i woke,

 The pleasant colours were turn'd into black n white. 

The Apples,  still on the trees, shrouded by white. 

Still soldered to their branches by frozen snow. 

The Paddy grains, in the white feilds, 

Hanging to their spikelets,, are wrapped with scarves. 


It sems like I've seen through  the window, 

The near future of middle winter laid over Autumn. 

The ending season of harvesting, splash the crops and fruits, 

Along the whinny outcry across the watery lands.

It will not stay over long, like a nightmare, 

But the early winter snow turned Parterre into grave.

Sunday, October 17, 2021

ON THE SHORE




On the coast of the deep oceans.

Moment by moment,where cold tides blow in motion. 

 And in the middle of a blue mirror.

 Even with fear, lived some really happiest creature. 

Then a sailor in his sailing boat. 

Putting the fishing tackle in their throat. 

Even at nights, drawn from their home. 

With water, of which they used to roam. 

Even God has promised us much mercies. 

All heavens ready without pain,full of worthies,

oh! why did we, get into this mess? 

If all breathen hearts are equally more and less.

Friday, October 15, 2021

FALSE NOTION OF MAN




 In the vain, all the world strike the conspiracy. 

And sing the song of true manliness and glee. 

Sense of justice crossed the distance mendaciously, 

All is the reflection of false notion, not to agree. 


Although some want a little more to explore, but, 

The only fear to crub is, to rise, to fall  anymore, 

Looser fear to fall and winner drive to rise more. 

Of such a wit a man should  have anymore


The wealthy, of great ego and fame in his name. 

Had a kind of respect, comely and legacy to protect. 

Nevertheless, a poor, begger, rich, healthy all in front. 

By same oaths, making mere breathed name of god. 





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Sunday, October 03, 2021

TONIGHT






Tonight, my pale hands witness the volleyed and thundered. 

The vale of death into the mouth of hell. 

Stormed with deceit, through which i blundered. 

Plunged into the false notion of fear and sundered. 

Tonight, no reason why,  while all night wandered. 

Flashed all the rejoice and the glory i made. 

On the day in front of them, all the world wondered. 

Then the muffled voice, rode and well, shattered and sundered. 

Tonight the heart is broken into fragments, truly bothered. 

Pain left of me, lost its wayin deserts sand. 

Where complaints of heart into heaven of blurred. 

Tonight, tonight, i write to defend myself, but unbowed. 



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