Aadil Ghulam Bhat

Through withering laurels , aloofness trapped me inside.  I'm yet going and being shunned.  The silence of aloneness nagged me inside.  I'm digging my grave to shun to  be enslaved.  The sword of shinning blade, chopped My shield of ecstasy soul,  My blithe chains to blood streams,  My sunny days to cruel and awful nights.  When my songs, my cries, my silences Were being heard days after i was slain.  As i in the cradle of grave much scorned My defeat, the blade of defeat reached my fullness. The theme of the given poem is the feeling of being trapped in a cycle of defeat, aloofness, and loneliness. The speaker expresses their struggle to break free from this cycle, but ultimately succumbs to it. They feel as if they are being shunned and ignored by others, which exacerbates their feelings of isolation. Despite their attempts to resist, they ultimately give in and allow themselves to be enslaved by their own defeat. The imagery used throughou...

I may seek the lonelier way Where i fill my another day In the wind of dark fears,  I'm soundless, Ay..... Return my years.  Yet the mist reposing within me And of painful nights to gridled destiny.  In the solitude of dark mist, i stood Begging to return my lost years from hood.  The day will end now, walk to sky,  In the solitude of my souls, i cry.  From the cage of tyranny, all i bears,  I'm Upwrought with confusion, return my years.  My  new book is now available in paperback format Click the link below to buy with discount....  BUY NOW AT NOTION PRESS. Promo code " ADILGULAM54" Only for First 100 costumers ~  NEXT.......... > Author's note  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 s...

A wingless bird springs on the back of the wind.  With tied feet clipped wing floats down to ground.  His slow return, silent walk, crawling like a blind.  Skinned into the warm embraces, bursting tiny wound.  With the gridled nights, with eloquent  Sorrow,  With a fearful trill, with his soulful cries.  What will be exalted, be enthroned or to be enslaved, And now he called ofhandedly, " I will still arise". As slave of a tyrant winds, sings a song to be free.  The caged bird, wingless bird, that's me, that's me.  Also Read I FEEL PAIN ONCE AGAIN OLD MEMORIES PERSECUTE ~  NEXT.......... > Author's note  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 usu...

Thy dear steps are in bloom. Haven't you heard my scream? In far off woods, lonely I stood !  Worse things i have been endured.  Behold I shine, my ashes fling ! Upon me look ! Chop this string Come, let us ascend now to mead.  Throbbing beats, haven't you heard.  The dazzling dew on tips of grass,  A swishing sound like of brass,  The singing dove in woods call.  A restless brook appeared for all.  Each evening thy moments recall.  My mind has run astray, all and fall.  If the worst is bound to happen and troll I neither dubbed nor foozled the soul. ~  NEXT.......... > Read also .  Song of my soul Fall on deaf ears Author's note  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....

Ashes from my door, i fling!  How can i frost my cling ?  The shower bird surely will bring,  The breeze to soul, curative thing.  Sleepless nights go, trees will sing.  Like the shrieking birds in spring.  And the thoughts of solemn wing.  Will burn painful logs, then wring Every state of soaring and suffering.  And sleepless stream of broken string.  I have owed an endless longing, Like the eternal broken arm on a sling.  ~  NEXT.......... > Author's note  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...

Dingle I cover with Roses for you, Come, my leman of Narcissus! Come, let me gather fresh Nilofer for you, How memorable were these hours with hue! Deeply the heart is asleep, in lap of you!  Mallows have bloomed in the parterre view,  Still, no sunrise has crossed from you,  Garland of flowers I keep. i sleepless go. Where are you?  What if they bloom only in front of me? Who has been able to change their destiny? Come, my leman of jasmine, come ! ~  NEXT.......... > https://adilgulambhat.blogspot.com/2022/01/blasphemy-of-heart.html?m=1 Aadil Ghulam bhat Author's note 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...

  In vales, i have lost my truce.  When will you come?  I cry, while you are still duce.  I the solemn and numb!  O, where is now the love light.  I'm waiting still.  The loving accent of the night,  The golden breathes that fill,  The desperation of your meet.  The eyes i want to adorn,  My love, thou are sweet.  Why i seem to be torn Tears, for your sake.  Relieve me with fragrant kiss.  How could i block the lake Hold me and turn into bliss.  ~  NEXT.......... > Author's note  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 g...