Aadil Ghulam Bhat

I wade ashore at the crack of dawn with a spear and a shield in my hands.  I must have frequently trod on death unaware. The square sails of our fleet flutter in the breeze behind me  As the dragons search for my adversary and their little spears,  Which swarm like flies. The mail coat rubs on my shoulders. I have no escape from the sea, but none is desired,  So by the next high tide either my fanatic will point as promised  Or the battle-watchers will have taken me all. I am a thread in the tapestry of history today. Poem summary: The poem above is a short, descriptive piece that paints a picture of a warrior wading ashore at dawn, ready for battle. "A Tale of Strategy and Valor", seems to be a descriptive tale of a warrior who has just arrived on a beach at dawn, ready to engage in battle, based on the context provided in the poem. The savage wields a spear and a shield, and their mail coat, which is causing discomfort to their shoulders, is rubbing against th...

When I found your pale face on a pillow, A nest so heavy with nothing on willow. The sheded leaves had erased the allure. I hardly noticed in the late-night obscure. By this law, the knees are laced with spontaneity. Must I insist on an absence more unreasonably? When you look at me kindly and generously   Who am I to stop this flowing affection so harshly? I can’t see for the glum in my bed in traverse. It can stay in the heavens only by reversal. If i can't watch the creator, I will lose you. What angel takes the place of distance in leaf que? Theme: The poem is about the complex emotions of love and loss. The speaker is grappling with feelings of sadness and uncertainty as they try to understand their relationship with the person they love. The poem touches on the themes of mortality, change, and the transience of life. Summary: The poem begins with the speaker finding their lover's pale face on a pillow, which reminds them of the fragility of life. The leaves on the willow ...

Aadil Ghulam Bhat, a Poet, noveliest and the author of two poetry books "100 years of my painful nights " and his second entitled : "NIGHTS IN SOLITUDE" Besides, English poetry he also has a great contribution in the field of literature, he has a contribution in Urdu ghazals and novels too.  "NIGHTS IN SOLITUDE" is an amazing and exquisite poetry book, written in a Cordially and ecstasy manner, having 54 astounding poems.  The Poems are entwined and tied in a common thread of never ending adversities of life.  The Poems paint an esoteric picture of life and describes the everlasting plight of man.  The thoughts are antique, vivid and animate having a tinge of concealed wisdom.  The poems are mainly about., Pain, love, eld memories, faith and Blasphemy..  "NIGHTS IN SOLITUDE" is a verse based writing with Ocean of feelings and emotions.  The rhythm and style of author is quite interesting and very much impressive over the entire collection of book...

It's over, and did November not do nostalgic ease? Morning breezes, raucous calls of migratory geese,  And a coral moon that is floating low in the sky. Nor an autmn gold remained in the trees in sigh. Did I appreciate the vigorous foliage while it persisted? Was I astonished? the hive have up and left instead. Then dispersed to tremble in their wintery clumps. Sun's ricochet light behind drawn drapes and thumps. Around twelve in the afternoon, a closed sign appears. The filthy river, coughs forth reed grass like fatty as feather dusters. The throngs of children have succumbed to winter's great allure. A sky like Hovers' dried cement will definitely endure. .   Summary:  The poem is a reflection on the passing of time and the arrival of winter after the beauty of autumn has faded away. The speaker expresses regret for not appreciating the fall foliage while it lasted and laments the absence of the lively atmosphere that once filled the streets. The imagery in the poem ...

Since there’s no way, Come let us hug. Nay, I have done,  You get no more of me, And I am glad,  Yea glad with all my heart That thus so cleanly,  I myself can free; Shake hands forever,  Cancel all our vows, When we meet again,  Be it not seen, In either of our brows  That we one jot of Former love retain.  Now at the last gasp of Love’s latest breath,  When, your pulse failing,  Passion speechless lies  Under the sands of love. Theme: The theme of the poem is the end of a relationship and the desire to move on with no hard feelings, without any bitterness or grudges. Summary: The poem is a dialogue between two lovers who have decided to part ways. The speaker begins by suggesting that since there is no way to change the situation, they should embrace one another in a final hug. However, the other lover refuses, stating that they have already said their goodbyes and have no desire for any more physical contact. The speaker then expresse...

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...