Aadil Ghulam Bhat

The beach's tears have been wrung out like a sponge. Possibly a close-up of a huge blank page, of a book's initial letter Written during the all-revealing night of loneliness. As I move forward, I can see the ocean's far shore. Each invertebrate that becomes stranded becomes a spineless choice. Continually pricked by birds' flashing beaks, The tracks I leave behind are ones I'm embarrassed of. Loop And the united ostracisms of the shells. Soon, complicit water will once again cover everything. But only until the conviction this evening. The poem depicts a sense of loneliness and isolation that the poet is experiencing. The first line, "The beach's tears have been wrung out like a sponge," creates a metaphorical image of the beach being emptied of its emotions, much like a sponge being squeezed of its water. The following line, "Possibly a close-up of a huge blank page, of a book's initial letter," further emphasizes the feeling of emptine...

My princess hailed the large crowd that had been gathered. For the event while standing on the balcony of her palace. And she said, "Let me extend to you my entire fortunate heart filled with love." Thank you for giving birth to a new notion that will bear my noble heart's name, Of which you can be justly proud. The bright future of this realm hinges on her. Because she is the new heir to a famous and distinguished lineage.  "Sing the elegy and elide fun!" As they welcomed the new tyrant. Who would tie the yoke of oppression to their necks? By controlling the weak with venomous authority,  Using their bodies for exploitation, and murdering them,  The voices of the multitudes, full of joy and gratitude,  Filled the skies with thrilling music. The populace was jubilantly singing and drinking  To the new groom's heady presence for that destiny. Then she drew me to her withered lap and placed her arms around my frigid soul,  As if she wanted to unite the two bo...

  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...