Aadil Ghulam Bhat

  The truth is, I don't believe I could rehearse Any of them today? If you asked me to Whether I'm writing prose or poetry, The words arrive in profusion. Leave as abruptly as possible. like migrating birds. I am merely the body of water. where they pause to rest. while travelling to drier climes. I never know exactly. What I'm going to say when I begin a poem. It might be brief or It might be short. I didn't intend it. And after the poem is over, I resume my silence. I keep to myself, "Silence." The unpredictable and fleeting nature of creativity, and the poet's role as a vessel for inspiration. The poem explores the experience of the poet as a conduit for creative inspiration, highlighting the unpredictable and transient nature of the creative process. The poet likens themselves to a body of water that serves as a temporary resting place for migrating birds - the words and ideas come and go freely, without warning or control. The poem reflects on the ide...

  I silenced the rain. That comes every night. But this day, It would have been teasing. Eyes had been separated for centuries. Are shocked by their shadows. Ages have passed, so lonely. Even if they lose their hands, They don't leave. Don't break the moment. From the branches of time. Every night you fall asleep. In your nightmare Send punishments. I've sent my flaws. This is a poem with an ambiguous meaning that can be interpreted in various ways. The theme revolves around the feeling of loneliness, separation, and the fear of being punished for one's flaws. The first line, "I silenced the rain that comes every night," can be seen as a metaphor for the speaker's attempt to suppress the constant noise and chaos in their life. The next line, "But this day, it would have been teasing," indicates that the speaker is perhaps seeking solitude and quietness. The line "Eyes had been separated for centuries" portrays the idea of being separate...

  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...