The Dairies of November.

It's over, and did November not do nostalgic ease?

Morning breezes, raucous calls of migratory geese, 

And a coral moon that is floating low in the sky.

Nor an autmn gold remained in the trees in sigh.

Did I appreciate the vigorous foliage while it persisted?

Was I astonished? the hive have up and left instead.

Then dispersed to tremble in their wintery clumps.

Sun's ricochet light behind drawn drapes and thumps.

Around twelve in the afternoon, a closed sign appears.

The filthy river, coughs forth reed grass like fatty as feather dusters.

The throngs of children have succumbed to winter's great allure.

A sky like Hovers' dried cement will definitely endure.

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Summary: 

The poem is a reflection on the passing of time and the arrival of winter after the beauty of autumn has faded away. The speaker expresses regret for not appreciating the fall foliage while it lasted and laments the absence of the lively atmosphere that once filled the streets. The imagery in the poem is melancholic, with descriptions of a coral moon, reed grass, and a filthy river. The speaker also notes the absence of children playing outside, signaling the arrival of winter and the end of autumn.

The theme of the poem is the passage of time and the fleeting nature of beauty. The speaker's regret for not appreciating the fall foliage while it lasted is a reminder to cherish the present moment before it's gone. The imagery of the coral moon, reed grass, and the filthy river symbolize the decay that comes with the changing of seasons, and the absence of children playing outside reflects the quietness and stillness that comes with the arrival of winter. The poem highlights the importance of appreciating the beauty in the present moment and accepting the inevitability of change.

The poem also touches on the theme of nostalgia and the longing for the past. The speaker remembers the raucous calls of migratory geese and the lively atmosphere that once filled the streets, and the arrival of winter brings a sense of loss and emptiness. The closed sign appearing around noon further emphasizes the quietness and stillness that comes with the passing of time.

The poem's language is evocative, with descriptions of the "autumn gold" and "vigorous foliage" that once filled the trees. The speaker's regret for not appreciating this beauty while it lasted highlights the importance of living in the moment and cherishing the present. The imagery of the filthy river and the reed grass also symbolize the decay and passing of time, adding to the overall sense of melancholy in the poem.

In conclusion, the poem is a contemplation on the passage of time, the fleeting nature of beauty, and the importance of living in the moment. The speaker's regret and longing for the past serve as a reminder to appreciate the present while it lasts, as everything is constantly changing and evolving. The language and imagery in the poem create a melancholic and nostalgic atmosphere, evoking a sense of loss and emptiness that comes with the arrival of winter.

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Author: Aadil Ghulam Bhat.

ONE DAY IN SOLITUDE

Since there’s no way,

Come let us hug.

Nay, I have done, 

You get no more of me,

And I am glad, 

Yea glad with all my heart

That thus so cleanly, 

I myself can free;

Shake hands forever, 

Cancel all our vows,

When we meet again, 

Be it not seen,

In either of our brows 

That we one jot of

Former love retain. 

Now at the last gasp of

Love’s latest breath, 

When, your pulse failing, 

Passion speechless lies 

Under the sands of love.

Theme:

The theme of the poem is the end of a relationship and the desire to move on with no hard feelings, without any bitterness or grudges.

Summary:

The poem is a dialogue between two lovers who have decided to part ways. The speaker begins by suggesting that since there is no way to change the situation, they should embrace one another in a final hug. However, the other lover refuses, stating that they have already said their goodbyes and have no desire for any more physical contact.

The speaker then expresses their relief that they can finally let go of the relationship without any lingering attachments. They suggest that they cancel all of their vows and shake hands as a symbol of finality. They also agree that if they were to meet again in the future, they should not show any signs of lingering affection.

The poem then takes on a more melancholic tone, as the speaker reflects on the end of their relationship. They describe their love as being at the "last gasp" and "speechless" as it lies buried under the "sands of love." The tone suggests that while the lovers have come to a mutual agreement to end their relationship, there is still a sense of sadness and loss.

The final lines of the poem emphasize the desire to move on completely and start anew, with no trace of the past remaining. The speaker suggests that they should both move on without any hint of their former love remaining, signaling the finality of their breakup.

Overall, the poem explores the theme of letting go of a relationship and moving on without bitterness or regret. It conveys the idea that while the end of a relationship can be painful, it is possible to part ways amicably and with a sense of closure. The melancholic tone of the poem suggests that while there may be sadness in letting go, it is ultimately necessary for both parties to move on with their lives.

TIDAL WAIL.

The beach's tears have been wrung out like a sponge.

Possibly a close-up of a huge blank page, of a book's initial letter

Written during the all-revealing night of loneliness.

As I move forward, I can see the ocean's far shore.

Each invertebrate that becomes stranded becomes a spineless choice.

Continually pricked by birds' flashing beaks,

The tracks I leave behind are ones I'm embarrassed of. Loop

And the united ostracisms of the shells.

Soon, complicit water will once again cover everything.

But only until the conviction this evening.

The poem depicts a sense of loneliness and isolation that the poet is experiencing. The first line, "The beach's tears have been wrung out like a sponge," creates a metaphorical image of the beach being emptied of its emotions, much like a sponge being squeezed of its water. The following line, "Possibly a close-up of a huge blank page, of a book's initial letter," further emphasizes the feeling of emptiness and solitude, as if the speaker is facing a vast, empty space that they must fill with their own thoughts and feelings.

As the speaker moves forward, they see the ocean's far shore, suggesting a sense of hope or a destination to strive towards. However, the imagery of the invertebrates becoming "spineless choices" and the speaker's tracks being "ones I'm embarrassed of" convey a sense of guilt and shame. The birds pricking the stranded invertebrates with their beaks also adds to the sense of violence and cruelty in the natural world.

The final lines, "But only until the conviction this evening," suggest a moment of decision or realization for the poet. The use of the word "conviction" suggests a sense of determination or resolution to overcome the feelings of loneliness and isolation. The theme of the poem could be interpreted as the struggle to find meaning and connection in a world that can often feel empty and cruel. The natural world is depicted as both beautiful and violent, suggesting a complex and often contradictory reality that the speaker must navigate. Ultimately, the poem ends on a note of hope, with the poet determined to move forward and find meaning in their experiences.

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In book; Nights in solitude.

Dream of Princess

My princess hailed the large crowd that had been gathered.

For the event while standing on the balcony of her palace.

And she said, "Let me extend to you my entire fortunate heart filled with love."

Thank you for giving birth to a new notion that will bear my noble heart's name,

Of which you can be justly proud. The bright future of this realm hinges on her.

Because she is the new heir to a famous and distinguished lineage. 

"Sing the elegy and elide fun!" As they welcomed the new tyrant.

Who would tie the yoke of oppression to their necks?

By controlling the weak with venomous authority, 

Using their bodies for exploitation, and murdering them, 

The voices of the multitudes, full of joy and gratitude, 

Filled the skies with thrilling music.

The populace was jubilantly singing and drinking 

To the new groom's heady presence for that destiny.

Then she drew me to her withered lap and placed her arms around my frigid soul, 

As if she wanted to unite the two bodies once again.

She sobbed, gently raising her burning eyes to the heavens .

"Ya, Allah! Please look after my unfortunate longing!"

At that moment, clouds floated off the princess's face,

Their rays penetrating the transom of that escatsy and falling upon.

The poem is a satirical commentary on the nature of power and oppression. It describes the scene of a new princess being crowned, who is hailed by a large crowd. The speaker, who is not directly involved in the festivities, observes the scene with a critical eye. The princess speaks to the crowd, expressing her love and gratitude, and introduces a new notion that will bear her name.

The irony in the poem lies in the fact that while the princess is expressing love and goodwill, the people are celebrating the arrival of a new tyrant who will oppress them with venomous authority. The theme of the poem is the abuse of power and the suffering that it causes. The imagery of the poem is rich and vivid, depicting the jubilant singing and drinking of the populace, which stands in stark contrast to the misery and exploitation that they will soon face under the new regime.

Towards the end of the poem, the speaker is drawn into the scene by the princess, who sobs and raises her eyes to the heavens. This moment highlights the speaker's empathy for the plight of the people who will suffer under the new regime. The poem suggests that power can corrupt even the most well-intentioned rulers and that those who suffer the most are often the most vulnerable members of society.

HOW I BECAME POET!

 

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 idea that the poet is merely a vessel for the words and ideas that flow through them, and that they do not necessarily have control over what they create. The poem also touches on the theme of silence and introspection, suggesting that the poet's role is not only to create, but also to observe and reflect on their own creative process. Ultimately, the poem celebrates the mystery and beauty of creativity, and the poet's unique position as both participant and observer in this process.

The poem also touches on the idea that creativity can manifest in different forms - whether in prose or poetry - and that the experience of creation is unique to each individual. The poet suggests that they may not be able to recreate the same words or ideas if asked to rehearse them, emphasizing the ephemeral nature of the creative process.

Furthermore, the poem invites the reader to contemplate their own relationship with creativity and inspiration. The metaphor of the migrating birds encourages us to consider the idea of creativity as a journey - one that is constantly evolving and taking us to new places. It invites us to embrace the unpredictability and impermanence of the creative process, and to approach it with openness and curiosity.

Overall, the poem celebrates the beauty and mystery of creativity, highlighting the poet's role as a vessel for inspiration, and encouraging us to embrace the unpredictable and transient nature of the creative process.

SOLECISM

 

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 separated from something or someone for a long time. This feeling of separation is further emphasized in the following line, "Ages have passed, so lonely." The use of "eyes" in the first line and "hands" in the next line can be interpreted as a reference to the senses that are associated with human interaction and communication.

The line "Even if they lose their hands, they don't leave" is an example of personification, where the hands are given human-like characteristics. This line suggests that despite the loss of physical contact, the memories and emotions associated with it remain. The following line, "Don't break the moment from the branches of time," may indicate the speaker's desire to hold onto a moment of happiness or to prevent it from fading away.

The line "Every night you fall asleep in your nightmare" portrays a sense of fear or anxiety that the speaker is experiencing. The next line, "Send punishments, I've sent my flaws," may suggest the speaker's acknowledgement of their own shortcomings and the fear of being punished for them.

Overall, the poem conveys a sense of longing for connection and a fear of being alone. The use of imagery and personification adds depth and complexity to the poem, leaving room for the reader's interpretation. The theme of loneliness and fear of punishment for one's flaws is a common human experience and makes the poem relatable to many.

The Redemption of false notion

 

KASHMIR, MARCH, 2022.

 The morning moved faster than usual, indicating that the day would be eventful, and the sky hung low and gray. Late in the afternoon, I discovered Aadil in his room, sitting by the window, his brow furrowed. His fingers moved restlessly over the rosary beads in contemplation. Because the heavy velvet curtains were half-closed, the room was dim, and there was a perplexing wedge of daylight that fell on certain spot where Aadil sat, giving the entire scene a dreamy quality. I couldn't help but wonder if Aadil would recognize the true intent behind everything I was about to ask him to do, or if he would be shocked and upset.

As I stood there taking in the tranquillity of the moment while also feeling scared and worried, I caught sight of

of a dream I noticed Aadil, a much older and frailer version of himself, sitting in a dark green robe.

in the same location, looking more compassionate and generous than ever before, but with a permanent scar

on his heart shaped like me I realised two things at once: Aadil would spend the rest of his life here, and

in this home And that my absence had left a wound that would never heal. My eyes welled up with tears.

"Do you feel okay?" "You appear pale," Aadil commented.

I forced myself to smile, but the weight of what I was about to say kept me from doing so. 

My tone was a little grumpy and less forceful than I intended. "Not at all. I'm thirsty, and there's nothing in this house to quench it."

"Would you like me to inquire with Aysha about what she can do about it?" Aadil inquired.

"No, because I don't have what I need in the kitchen." It can be found in the tavern. "You see, I'm in the mood to get drunk."

I pretended not to notice the look of bewilderment on Aadil's face and continued.

"Would you go to the liquor store for wine instead of the kitchen for water?"

"Do you want me to get you some wine?" Aadil inquired, cautiously pronouncing the final word, as if afraid of breaking it.

"That's correct. I'd be grateful if you could get us some wine. Two bottles would suffice, one for you and one for me. But please do me a favour. Don't just go to the barn and get the bottles and come back. Spend some time there. Speak with the people. I'll be waiting for you here. There's no need to rush."

Aadil looked at me, half irritated, half perplexed. I remembered the face of Yasir in Kulgam, who had wanted to accompany me but was too concerned about his reputation to take the risk.

His concern for other people's opinions had held him back. Now I was wondering if Aadil's reputation would hold him back,too.

But, much to my relief, Aadil stood up and nodded. "I've never been to a tavern and have never drunk wine." I don't believe drinking is appropriate. But I trust you completely because I believe in our love. There must be a reason for your behaviour asked me to do something like that I need to figure out why that is. I'll go get us some wine." He then said his goodbyes and walked out.I collapsed to the ground in utter ecstasy as soon as he left the room. Taking the rosary made of amber. I expressed Gratitude over and over for providing me with a true accomplice and prayed that his lovely soul would never recover from the inebriation of Divine Love.