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.
I'm of two minds, how to get off odds and ends.
My faith is no longer changed, limits were exceed.
O, my sweet hopes, thou are sugar in mouth,
All hopes will fail, all shadows will fade.
Not taken and loved to beauty of filthy face,
Thy dear steps i used to kiss, in gloomy phase
I may be out of your sight, never out of mind,
And you will find greatest escape, with cry everytime
Every second you would be saudade and remorse,
On this cold, dark and sad night, listening the beat of my heart,
Gosh, "I am missing these days", with painful screams.
You won't cease bawling, will not know what to do.
It was morning all shine and rain,
And birds whirls in the morning breeze.
Half awake, feeling the Patter of rain,
With which nature tied me tightly.
That I was born on the basis of humiliation.
Has sign of seal of death on face? likely.
Over the sky, clouds are the white blanket,
A great deal of life, waiting for the crimson.
And soft touch of fingertips to eyestrain,
Feeling the smell of sumbal, and Psithurism.
Crawling like a baby around my bed,
What did i lost, morning blithe or truce of dotage.
Cup of tea(nunchai) held along with butter,
Across the window side wearing cloak worn.
Reminisce with fixation on puddles, petrichor.
Nevertheless, hoping to cease my painful odium.
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...
