3elements of success; Faith, hardwork, guidance

the Athar Mudasir
Faith,  hard work, guidance

life is a beautiful story of an individual having varied and dynamic causes and consequence throughout the discourse of vary life. as their are billions of faces so are billions of life's differing from every individual. life is all about happiness, joy, bless, grieve, sorrow, virtue, appetite and death. every person is continuously in a struggle to uplift his desires, love, faith, lust and want to become something. this something is not a thing but a dream which everyone sees to reach and occupy such. so it is greatly affected by the environment where we live and abode. life is actually a problem, so what we do to problems is we seek solutions by means of knowledge, actions, patience, faith. so every act induced either directly or indirectly pertains to form a better life with endurance, vigor. when we achieve a certain degree of goals we become satisfied to an extent and keep endeavoring because life always endeavors and dead stop endeavoring. to be a successful it doesnt need just waiting but persistent appetite with endurance and every success story has three pillars Faith, Hardwork and Guidance. the story of success is like sowing of seed with accurate quality, time and environment  to outburst as seedling and later need proper water, sunlight, nutrition and safeguard from insects, seasons.

looking through the window

athar mudasir

It was cold breezy autumn day with vibrant lashes of sun,
the men working in the fields reaping their hope and desires,
the noise of men working and birds chattering with gaze to fly the seeds left,

I was wondering looking at pigeon who was desperate to get the corn endeavouring with appetite and firm belief and not seeing the cat who was screaming on pigeon. 

All birds flipped but the pigeon's desperation made him pray of greezii cat. 

It made me emotional and guilty to acted to save it but I was looking.  Later in the evening I was walking my premises I saw the head of pigeon and my eyes rumbled and create hatred against the cat. 

At the late evening counting the stars and looking for face a sound uttered at my terrace a little kitten came to near me I looked at its eyes with pity gaze and fur in his mouth,  it was the same pigeon being food of these kittens.  I was fascinated and just came down from terrace.  My food was placed at kitchen I saw lamb meat on it and my hunger grew. 

The ship

The ship

.athar mudasir,                                                  01/11/2017 

At the shore while setting the sun and leaving of ship, I kneeled and cried but the red blushes of sun didn’t let me pierce, the fierce gulls and crows mussed my voice. it pulled of my soul and chained, it left full bless within me and I walked for a long, the hovels of wolves, grouts of owls screamed the empty land with doubts and fear which trembled my foot to move. The haunting of emptiness stabbed and tilth was seeming to flourish , the autumn was hopeful with plenteous and the dry claps remembering the awesomeness of spring and summer, the falling of leaves and dying nature made me remember Autumn has came………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..