Oh invaders we arent kneeling

By Athar Mudasir

Oh invaders we arent kneeling
our soil and soul has been torn
clumsy and small feet can't climb the wall
empty pockets and drained tilth can't last for all
faded books and dried pens won't raise tents for all
Oh invaders we arent kneeling
viciousness is rising in your soul
to swallow us as a whole
the hives and colonies spread black death.
Oh invaders we arent kneeling
hordes of filthy creatures have invaded the soil
corruption and greed has invaded the soul
Oh invaders we arent kneeling
the winds have changed to a flames, we hope for a breeze
in this mist, we hold a handful of soil with tumbling soul, more we hold it more it slips.
Oh invaders we arent kneeling

Infinity

The world is full of possibilities and contingencies and depend mostly on the subject and give rise to infinities and however, some infinities are greater than some infinities.

However variably we take some smaller infinities as whole infinite desire and live and stag for such infinite.

The perception of infinity intangibly condenses and provoke for larger infinities and shrink within smaller numerical infinity.

Those infinities have their own infinite compassion and neglect the present infinite against forthcoming infinities

Those infinities ascertained and if accumulated henceforth provide their infinities in a definite and one's infinities.

By Athar Mudasir

27Roots

By Athar Mudasir

It was the chilling autumn
I was tired of reaping the tilth
The deceit and conceited leaders sold their pride
The glory of fabulous mountains and gardens shaded
Monkeys and dogs have ramped the roots
Innocent and ignorant have been deceited
Decades have flushed
Blood has drained, tilth has nourished with blood

The lilies, tulips, roses are glorifying for beloved 

I was tired of reaping the tilth

The last message just blowed my soul apart
I lost my beloved and found my Love!

Bandwagon

By Athar Mudasir

The bandwagon of death again blazes the valley
Knocking the doors of innocent tribe.
Hearts of people have shuttered with fear
Hiding in the barks and terrace
The bandwagon of death again blazes the valley
The roses of garden have been ploughed and crushed with boots
Gardens have been put on fire
Apple trees cut and fallen
The bandwagon of death again blazes the valley
The fragrance of sacrifice has ruined the entire occupation

The Ark

By Athar Mudasir

It is the Hour when the wrongdoers and blasphemy flooded their dark hearts.

It is the Hour when no Road no cave will give refuge.

It is the Hour when skies will burst life will end, soil will submerge and dark hearts will drown in their sins.

It is the Hour when Ark will float, animals will be saved over humans save some.

It is the Hour when animals paid price for sins of mankind.

Fire at jungle

By Athar Mudasir

Jungle which was shrinking

Trees falling animals running

Thunders thrashing scaring the lion

Birds veiled, deer hiding

Jungle caught fire poring light everywhere

Waves of blaze rising higher than trees

At morning everything burnt into Ashes 

Lion dead lying with his anger and fear

Hounds and monkeys divided the jungle.

Behind the Wall:Fog of illusion

By Athar Mudasir

It is the life in the burghal.
The day starts with crowing of crows.
people dancing on a vanity.
Music is just for a name, ear piercing rather than heart touching.
Furring slaps of vehicles and dusting sky.
Jigsaw cutting woods less but scratches more heart.
Forgotten stars when they danced.
Rushing people every time as time runs faster than age.
Dreams become fables in mending life.
hands are handcuff with buckets of unnecessary stuff but little for piety.
It is the life in the burghal.

Drizzle

By Athar

Breezes touch my feet awakening me.
How pleasant was the night with flutes whispering to me.
The birds' chatter won't let me sleep.
The winds blow window drizzle sparked my face and blush me.
The cry of babies gurgled like river pampering my shallowness recalling me.
It's time to step out and embrace the breezy sunshine and be me.

The Hour

The Hour, It has been over a decade since a new revolution triggered in the valley. Hundreds and thousands have been allegedly killed and injured creating a trauma in the psychological setup of people. It had been very dynamic from the first it envisaged varied and different means of counter strategic tools and elements in demanding freedom. Within this short period of time it raised continuously four revolutions. Now it had changed into rebellion and day after day new recruits of natives having high academic qualifications and skills indulged it into a comprehensive revolution that Valley had ever witnessed. It united the whole area pondering a unified idea of freedom in the deep roots of the Valley. Freedom has been a very part of the social construction of the Valley; it can't be mutilated by occupation and diversion. It is an integral part of human DNA to raise allegations and fight for rights. It is ending 2018 and revolution has reached its prime peak and after it will change into chaos and confusion. That is the breakeven point and determining element for the valley. Either this deconstruction period will dismantle occupation or the foundation of itself. Taming the chaos for a long time is not beneficial at both ends. The occupational regime being one of world biggest military, economic power can't be neutralised just by protests and rebellion.

A Lonely Tree

By Athar Mudasir.

 In the crowd of jungle it was invisible disease which spread throughout whole jungle and making tree dead and fall one after one being cut down by greed to boost their materialist dream. Slowly the hill started looking bald and scary. The weeds and pests have occupied the region, the convey of worms and scavengers drill it. Every life seems decaying. The rivers have become angry smashing the land, floods rag it and slaps torn it. 

In this dark, dry land a distinct Ray of light sparking a little life in the seed which have been preserved by the land, a seedling torn the land and raise its voice. The days and years swept and this tiny life has now turned into a tree. Absorbing the land and pondering life. 

It have made a small garden in thy bald area where now many birds find shalter. The life seeks it's way. 

#occupation 

#Resistance 

propaganda and world order

by Athar Mudasir

The wave which started in Tunisia spread to the whole middle east and affected the whole of world's geopolitics, creating multiple threats and chaos disrupting worlds peace and order. most of the world has turned into hatred and nationalism once again is hailing the flags of war and destruction. the invisible hand is endeavoring in stabilizing and creating a contingent confidence. but the uncertainties and contingencies have jumbled the fate and trust among the nations. the powerful countries trying to wage out spoils of war leaving nothing behind destruction and inhumane fables. 

The scent of fear within different nations and their agendas have costed the Syria and Iraq to ruins and is disrupting whole world's social, political and economic factors. The collation of nations with super powers  created an indispensable threat and is delaying the full fledge warfare. 

Judging the whole some narrative it looks like the whole drama of Arab spring was to dismental Arab monarchy and is de-facto supported by many Muslims nations also. Both Russia and America have in current date became substantial threat for Arab. The modernised programme in Arab waves a negative perception outside the world and supportive groups. The Iran is emmensely growing its influence in Iraq, Syria, ya men covering the Saudi boundaries and shrinking their coverage. 

The real conspiracy behind this great chaos is to divide the Saud province into Najd and Hijaz. Behind all conspiracy and propaganda their lies a great and divine will of Destiny, prophesied 1400 hundreds years before. The geopolitical policy of major Muslims seems greatly influenced by the prophesy. The Saud and turks must alliance now and keep their propaganda aside to secure the order of their region. 

##########And Allah knows better##########