Aadil Ghulam Bhat

  KASHMIR, MARCH, 2022 .  The morning moved faster than usual, indicating that the day would be eventful, and the sky hung low and gray. Late in the afternoon, I discovered Aadil in his room, sitting by the window, his brow furrowed. His fingers moved restlessly over the rosary beads in contemplation. Because the heavy velvet curtains were half-closed, the room was dim, and there was a perplexing wedge of daylight that fell on certain spot where Aadil sat, giving the entire scene a dreamy quality. I couldn't help but wonder if Aadil would recognize the true intent behind everything I was about to ask him to do, or if he would be shocked and upset. As I stood there taking in the tranquillity of the moment while also feeling scared and worried, I caught sight of of a dream I noticed Aadil, a much older and frailer version of himself, sitting in a dark green robe. in the same location, looking more compassionate and generous than ever before, but with a permanent scar on his hear...

Let me not to the accredited of fake promises To me, fair you, you never can be old, You see my antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you alter now. I Have eyes to wonder,  but lack words to praise. Yes my love, swears that you are made of truth I do believe on both sides  thus is simple truth suppress’d You are water to life and I'm soul to fire. So long as you can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this  gives life to me. The poem is actually a sonnet written by Aadil Ghulam Bhat that speaks of a love that is so strong and true that it transcends time and space. The poet declares that he will not be swayed by false promises, and that the beauty of his love is eternal and unchanging. He compares his beloved to a work of art that cannot be altered, even by the passage of time. The poet is in awe of his beloved's beauty and acknowledges that his words are inadequate to express the depth of his admiration. The poem expresses the belief that t...

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...