Aadil Ghulam Bhat

And when my blithe queue Died for isolation, I only remember my Dead memory of pale joy. I proclaimed my solitariness From uneven dead joy. And when I come Weeping and go crying. However, you only come Smiling and go laughing. I have seen thousand countenance Of masked face, fake smiles Where I was imprisoned. And I cry ...... and cry. I have nothing to forgive. My thirst was not quenched Even with my own blood. Can such pain be forgiven.... No, never, not at all...................! Theme: Emotional Pain and Isolation The poem portrays a deep sense of emotional pain and isolation felt by the speaker. The theme of the poem revolves around the feelings of loneliness, sorrow, and betrayal. The poem expresses the speaker's frustration and inability to find solace in their surroundings, leading to a sense of hopelessness and despair. The speaker describes a sense of detachment from their previous life and experiences. The opening lines, "And when my blithe queue/ Died for isolation...

Why, the moon knows. Why did you cry last night? The moon knows, why? It was you who left me. I was not enough, I know I was half loved, every time Tried to fix my blurred, Faded and incomplete way Just a quadrupled gesture Just an outraged and withered Part that has faded me, Plucked me out. It was just hard to unlove . Never can the sun shine, To end the never ending gloom. The theme of this poem is heartbreak and the pain of unrequited love. The speaker expresses their feelings of hurt and betrayal as they mourn the loss of their love. They are struggling to come to terms with the fact that they were not enough for their lover, and they were only ever half-loved. The theme of heartbreak is evident in the way the speaker describes their emotions, using words such as "blurry," "faded," and "incomplete." The poem revolves around the metaphor of the moon, representing the unknown and the uncertain. The moon is often used to symbolize emotions, and in this c...

  As I, fumbling with horror, Rushing towards the terror, Gazing at padlocks of chains, I the prisoner of outrage.  Windowless walls, Breathless expectancy, Questioning the misty night, Stucked within rusty bars. That anguish of the anger Absolves my fate,and Fighting with my angry soul,  Will free me from prison of outrage. The theme of the above poem is the experience of being imprisoned by one's own anger and the struggle to overcome it. The speaker describes feeling trapped and helpless in the face of their emotions, which have become like chains and walls that keep them locked in a state of turmoil. The poem opens with a sense of urgency and horror as the speaker rushes towards some unknown danger. They are metaphorically imprisoned by their own anger, which is depicted as physical chains and padlocks. The windowless walls suggest a sense of claustrophobia and isolation, while the misty night adds to the sense of uncertainty and unease. As the poem progresses, the sp...

 It is rightly said words have the power to bring a better change in a person and a society. Aadil Ghulam Bhat from Hablishi village of South Kashmir's Kulgam district has released his book titled “NIGHTS IN SOLITUDE” Aadil Ghulam always thought poetry is a profound literature and plays a role with proper system.His creative writing technique is usually characterised by a certain rhythm and style."Nights in solitude" is a poetry book consisting about 55 poem. The book is available at everywhere for readers in paperback and ebook as well. They need to understand that time is the one thing in life that you can never get back. Once it's gone, it's gone forever. So let's stop wasting time, and start a chance  NIGHTS IN SOLITUDE'' is the heartbreaking poetry book and never ending lessons of life.        To write to endure is the motive of this poetry and probably there is a lot of collection that arise from day to day thoughts. The book contains 54 poems as...

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...