My father old father!

Aadil Ghulam Bhat

[Poet & Novel writer]

Born on 02- 04- 1999.

Last Friday, through the window,

Beside me was father's aging face.

Pale, lined mouth, less toothed,

Silver hair, once dark, uncloaked.

Thoughts put away, rearview's glint,

Journeyed together, ageless shimmer.

Face, pale as sea sand, temporal hug,

Wrinkles etched by life's gentle trace.

Late winter's fourteenth moon

Shone bright, was his reflecting beauty.

Now feels as old as fading starlight,

Crow's feet and a graceful bend,

A gentle mark, seized reveries.

Despite the changing tides of age,

Clocks may tick and years may fly,

Love still stands, love stands resolute.

From Oasis to Abyss!

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.

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Voice of vale!

On the bridge of Jehlum, where memories flow,

I stand by the banks  in June's gentle glow.

Under the chinar tree, with its branches wide,

I don my phiran, where tears can no longer hide.

Oh, Kashmir, once adorned with nature's grace,

Now stained by turmoil, a tragic, sorrowful chase.

Your lost beauty, a lament upon my tongue,

Echoing through valleys where once joy had sprung.

The Jehlum, once a mirror of serenity and peace,

Now reflects the pain, the struggle, the ceaseless lease.

But inserted the tears and the lingering despair,

Hope sprouts like wildflowers in the mountain air.

For Kashmir, my beloved, I weep and yearn,

Aching for the day when your beauty will return.

May peace descend upon your valleys, serene and pure,

And may your lost splendour, one day, be restored.

Under the chinar tree, I offer my prayer,

That your skies may clear, and your people repair.

Through the echoes of tears, may laughter resound,

And Kashmir's lost beauty, once again, be found....

MY LAST WORDS TO YOU.

Oh breeze, so metaphorical and free, 

Carry my plea, oh hear my plea.

By the sea, she stands alone, 

Amidst the vast expanse unknown. 

Her gaze fixed on the distant shore, 

Yearning for what lies in store.

Consonance sings a sweet serenade, 

Last love letter on dreams we laid.

Enjambment, a bridge of words, 

For emotions to flow like birds, 

From line to line, without a pause, 

A journey through poetic laws.

Echo undying, Verse to verse, 

Forever ringing, No need to rehearse.

Each step I take, draws me near, 

A path of stones, guiding clear.

Her heart's shore, fearless and clear.

Words adorned with symbols so fine, 

Red roses, passion that will forever shine.

A river of heartfelt desire, 

The quill's ink flows with fire. 

Words spill out in endless streams, 

A poet's heart, a writer's dreams.

Love, a testament so true, 

Consuming all like fire do.

The poet's pearl, my last words to you.

©The last letter.....poem 

SOAR TO SKY! THE TENACIOUS.

 

 

Oh, how wonderful it is to be compared to an eagle,

soaring through the skies with grace and power!

It's almost as if I, mere mortal that I am, Possess the same majestic qualities as this king of birds.

Alas, as I sit here hunched over my table of books,

Pecking away at the pen like a frantic little sparrow,

I can't help but feel that the comparison is slightly misplaced. 

Nevertheless, I shall take comfort in the thought

That at least in someone's gleaming, limped and sparkly eyes,

I am as fierce and formidable as the eagle.

The poem presents the contrast between the narrator's aspirations to be majestic like an eagle and the reality of their mundane life. The narrator feels inadequate as they compare themselves to the soaring bird, yet they take comfort in the idea that someone might see them as equally formidable. This contrast highlights the human tendency to aspire to greatness, yet struggle to reconcile those dreams with the limitations of reality. The poem speaks to the universal experience of feeling small and insignificant in the face of our grand ambitions, but also finding solace in the thought that we are capable of more than we give ourselves credit for.

The poem also touches on the power of perception and how it can shape our sense of self-worth. The narrator finds comfort in the idea that someone sees them as fierce and formidable, even if they do not see themselves in that way. This raises the question of how much weight we should give to other people's opinions of us, and whether or not we should allow those perceptions to define our own self-image.

Furthermore, the poem highlights the value of embracing our own unique qualities and strengths. The narrator may not possess the same physical attributes as an eagle, but they have their own talents and abilities that make them special. It reminds us that we should not compare ourselves to others or hold ourselves to impossible standards, but rather focus on developing our own strengths and abilities.

In conclusion, the poem captures the internal struggle of balancing our aspirations with reality, the power of perception in shaping our self-worth, and the importance of embracing our own unique qualities. It reminds us to be kind to ourselves and to find comfort in the thought that we are capable of greatness in our own way.

 

When the Rain Falls

Amidst the pattering of the rain,

A dreary day, full of pain,

No sight of sun, no warmth, no light,

like a soul lost, in an endless night.

 

Each drop a reminder of a struggle,

A burden, a hardship, a constant juggle,

A reminder of a life so bleak,

Of a future that seems so weak.

 

As the clouds loom overhead,

A heaviness settles in like lead,

The weight of worries and fears,

Too much to bear, too many tears.

 

Each puddle, a reflection of the past,

A reminder of a struggle that lasts,

Like a soul trapped, in a cycle of pain,

A life of loss, with nothing to gain.

 

Yet in the midst of all this sorrow,

There's a glimmer of hope for tomorrow,

Just as the rain will eventually end,

So will this struggle, hardship, this trend.

 

And like the sun that will surely shine,

A life of hope, of joy, of love and divine 

Will emerge from the darkness of the past,

And a future brighter than ever will be cast.

 

 

So let the rain fall, let it pour,

Through the storm, we will endure,

And like a phoenix from the ashes,

With a renewed spirit, and clearer prize.

 

The poem, "Amidst the Pattering of the Rain," is a poignant reflection on the struggles of life and the hope that sustains us through them. The author uses the metaphor of rain and its dreary effects to describe the burden and weight of worries and fears that seem too much to bear. Each drop of rain represents a reminder of the struggles, hardships, and constant juggle that life presents.

However, amidst the darkness of the rain, there is a glimmer of hope for tomorrow. The author compares the eventual end of the rain to the end of the struggle and hardship. The poem emphasizes that just as the sun will shine again, life will emerge from the darkness of the past. The author encourages the reader to endure the storm, and like a phoenix rising from the ashes, to emerge with a renewed spirit and a clearer vision of the future.

The theme of perseverance and hope in the face of adversity is central to the poem. The author acknowledges that life can be difficult and full of pain, but the hope for a brighter future can sustain us through even the darkest of times. This theme resonates with readers as they navigate their own struggles and challenges, providing a message of hope and encouragement to persevere.

In summary, "Amidst the Pattering of the Rain" is a beautifully crafted poem that speaks to the universal human experience of facing adversity. The poem's use of vivid imagery and metaphors creates a powerful emotional impact, emphasizing the importance of perseverance and hope in the face of life's struggles. The poem's message is one of encouragement and resilience, reminding us that even in the darkest moments, there is always hope for a brighter tomorrow.

THE FEW, THE BRAVE.

 

The three hundred and thirteen "Suhaba ra*" in Battle of badr.

With horses scarce and swords so few,

They set out to fight, a valiant crew,

Their numbers small, their chances slight,

Yet they pressed on, with hearts so bright.

Their enemy loomed, a daunting sight,

But they stood their ground, with all their might,

For they had a purpose, a noble goal,

To save their faith, to save their soul.

In poverty, they marched ahead,

A vision clear within their head,

With God on their side, they knew they'd win,

And so they fought, with all their sinew and skin.

Their faith was strong, their trust secure,

In God they found their strength and more,

They rose above, their spirits high,

For with God's help, they'd touch the sky.

And so they battled, day and night,

Their hearts aglow, with hope and light,

Against all odds, they did prevail,

For they were champions, with God's tale.

Their story one of hope and will,

A tale of faith, that triumphs still,

For even in poverty, they found a way,

To rise above and seize the day.

The poem "THE FEW THE BRAVE " is a tribute story of perseverance, faith, and triumph in the face of adversity to the companions of Prophet Mohammad PBUH*. It tells the story of a valiant crew that sets out to fight despite the odds stacked against them. The poem highlights the power of faith, trust, and the belief in a noble goal that gives individuals the strength to overcome even the toughest of challenges.

At its core, the theme of the poem is resilience in the face of overwhelming adversity. The valiant crew, despite being outnumbered and under-equipped, continue to march forward with a clear purpose in mind. Their faith in God gives them the strength to persevere, and they rise above their physical limitations to achieve their goal.

The poem also speaks to the transformative power of faith. The valiant crew, who were once poor and lacking in resources, find the courage to fight and the strength to overcome their enemy through their belief in God. They recognize that their poverty and lack of material wealth are not barriers to success, and they use their faith to rise above their circumstances.

The valiant crew's story is also a testament to the importance of having a noble goal. Their desire to save their faith and their soul gives them the motivation to keep going, even when the odds seem insurmountable. This noble goal gives them a sense of purpose and direction that helps them to focus on their strengths rather than their weaknesses.

Furthermore, the poem highlights the importance of unity and solidarity. The valiant crew, though small in number, work together as a team to overcome their enemy. They stand their ground and fight together, each contributing their unique skills and strengths to the collective effort. Their unity and cooperation allow them to achieve victory despite the odds.

In conclusion, "With Horses Scarce and Swords So Few" is a poem that speaks to the power of faith, resilience, and the belief in a noble goal. It demonstrates that even in the face of overwhelming adversity, individuals can rise above their circumstances and achieve great things through faith, unity, and perseverance. The poem is a powerful reminder of the transformative power of faith and the importance of having a clear sense of purpose and direction in life.