Aadil Ghulam Bhat

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.

 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.  Follow on instagram https://instagram.com/blogger_poet Follow on blogger. https://adilghulambhat.blogspot.com Follow on Facebook. https://facebook.com/Poetrywriteraadilgulambhat Follow on Twitter. https://twitter.com/poetryblog.

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.  Read more.  https://adilghulambhat.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2021-09-09T02:36:00-07:00&max-results=5&m=1#PageNo=2 Follow on instagram https://instagram.com/blogger_poet Follow on blogger. https://adilghulambhat.blogspot.com Follow on Facebook. https://facebook.com/Poetrywritera...

  All the things has a cause to happen.  The sun, the morning, the stars, the night,  The golden sun to morning, the stars to night.   Merely all played the age of miracles.  The creeping school boy, with utmost unwillingness.  The solider with oath at lips, adhere solidarity.  Then the beggars to congested streets, struggle to live.  They all played the age of miracles.  The birds return to their nests, with hope. Some whining acts of patients, bearing the pain.  Enormous joy of prisoners, to be released And these just played the ages of miracles.  NIGHTS IN SOLITUDE.  Read more poems...  https://wanirohitqadir.blogspot.com/ Follow on instagram https://instagram.com/blogger_poet Follow on blogger.  https://adilghulambhat.blogspot.com Follow on Facebook.  https://facebook.com/Poetrywriteraadilgulambhat Follow on Twitter.  https://twitter.com/poetryblog.

Like she came to condolence for my sickness.  In so called spooky shadows, while in dark nights.  Then a stranger, trudged the dark rooms,  To patch the squeezed shroud, all and all.  She was magical even with her talks.  Probably a song, that is still echoing in ears.  The power and deep care in her inwardness.  Like a caring mom to new born baby.  I was lying on torn bed, full of bushes.  And i thought, i knew so well In all of her shrieking, i listen to stranger.  We got so together, breathe so together.  NIGHTS OF SOLITUDE>>>> Follow on instagram https://instagram.com/blogger_poet Follow on blogger. https://adilghulambhat.blogspot.com Follow on Facebook. https://facebook.com/Poetrywriteraadilgulambhat Follow on Twitter. https://twitter.com/poetryblog.

  In the lap of green clothed bed,  Some screams, some waits to die.  Everyone clings to their loved ones,  With their strange oaths.  Some find their place to sleep,  Sans clothes, sans pillows.  Some wait at doors with tied hands,  And seeking God's mercies.  Tens and hundreds of pale hands,  Still are waving, hoping to live.  without footwares, nobody even cares,  Predisposing in blood banks with fears.  Some with pain, some with fear, Everyone is like croaking soul.  The rooms with deep and secret  disquiet,  Rule someone to birth, someone to death.  Follow on instagram https://instagram.com/blogger_poet Follow on blogger.  https://adilghulambhat.blogspot.com Follow on Facebook.  https://facebook.com/Poetrywriteraadilgulambhat Follow on Twitter.  https://twitter.com/poetryblog .

  To cease my Rejoice, to flare the mingled sun,  To catch the orange rays, to spread the wings,  To unlock the padlock, to heal the inner wounds,  I played many parts, to seek the lesson.  Thou have made me strange, alone and Inconsequence.  I know, if i had a strange smell of my own heart,  To grant me the dragon well, will quench my Thirst. And thy smell lasts utill i lost my all sense While painting the sickening walls, bounded to ground,  In my mind and, i thought a slick  painted wall,  Like a dream of scared child in terrible night Then a blurred vision, pale body, red eyes unsound. Watch more poetry on YouTube....  https://youtu.be/ZHiM33VLoOo