Gardener and Garden of pride

by Athar Mudasir

The garden of pride Sowing pride
The sunflowers, lilies, dazzies are ashamed of pride of gardener
The bees which regenerate garden are smoked and looted
The butterflies which moved the world are been hooked for fishing.

The apples are plenty and unbearable to hold on trees
The treasures are filled over the terrace, but no needy and orphan finds any grace
Rivers gush between the gardens and fills envy in heart of a gardener
Is this Garden a paradise and invincible, urges the thought in the heart of the gardener.

The garden of pride sowing pride
The wrath befell over the night, the gardener in deep sleep unknowing of such a plight
The gardener and his men marching the tilth early in the Morning, whispering evil and greed
Singing songs and raising noise, with long boots and pockets.

They saw the Garden they went Mad how could it be so Bad,
No- we are ruined shout among men!
The Garden is stripped bare and barren land.
They approached each other blaming each other,
Regretting and kneeled souls they felt and yet conceited why they?

Oh Martyr

by Athar Mudasir

Oh, martyr, how blessed is your mother and land to give birth to a noblemen
The people call you mad as they never plucked their masks
Indeed you belong to a great character and ranked among noblemen
They defame you and illegitimate your legacy by conspiracy and propaganda
Just have resilience and be just, soon they will see and you will see
Who belongs and what belongs to whom.

They may have outcasted you but have no compromise before defilers and despicable men
They are always engaged in their pitty lust and gossips which never end.
Transgressing, violent and sinful is their fate and accord.
Don't be displeased with their wealth and children and mockery
Soon they will be held.
Oh, martyr, you have been chosen and placed on higher ranks. 

Butterfly effect

by athar mudasir



How murky and lurk is this caterpillar
When I see it my body shivers
Where ever you go spoils the whole food
Just to fill your envy destroys every leaf
No matter what color you shade yet  poison
you live within yourself

I wonder where has this caterpiller went
Is it's guilt, compassion or redemption that took it
To the silence of meditation,
Your silence now disturbs me

The spring has outbursted every corner is filled with life
The bees are busy, sheep grazing, life breezing
What I see a beautiful butterfly sewing life,
Regretting and fulfilling duty, sacrificing present, forgetting past and unaware of future.
it's shade's pamper the nature.
I wonder what a beautiful thought made you.
 

Evening walk across the Dal lake

by Athar Mudasir

It was an evening I went across the magnificent Dal lake with my affection. 

The vast calm water and a glimpse of nature were adorable. 

I always wanted to sail through it on Shikara. And when I sailed it around as I was flying in clouds

I looked in the water the grass was dancing as where in fair.

The chinar between the lake moved me as I found. I returned with the dry leaf of chinar as a gift and everlasting fable.

sculpture

by athar

How magnificent and gigantic sculpture is this
They say he has been a great man
Worked for your pride and glory
My eyes can't reach its face

Looking from far seeking my freedom from his work
I met people in slums starving for a loaf of bread
The sculpture's shade is what they receive

The hooting owls hail their praise by building more sculpture's
Provide shade to the commoner and starve for a loaf
How magnificent and gigantic sculpture is this.

shadow; I wake up so wakes my friend which follows me

by Athar

I wake up so wakes my friend which follows me
where ever I roam it follows me
sometimes runs faster than me
sometimes lacks behind me

it follows my every step and action
it cheats me as is my mirror
it doesn't have face and color but looks like me
it feels awkward as every time you are followed


it was tired day and walking along the lake
I desired to cross the lake but before me,
it was crossed by it and stretched across the shore 


the red horizon crumbles it, runs far and far
the land turns dark and erases my shadow, leaving me.

Demagogue

by athar

the prejudice act against the substantial will of people and breaking every possible narrative of freedom and countering all the emotions through confusion and political abuse.

the occupational forces praise and hail their proxies as they have confidence in their policies to buy the souls of hypocrites and deceive their own people.

the political equation to tyrannize and alternatively aid both ends set the parameters of land, even people don't cast vote but yet the power is drawn on the hands of collaborators and defilers. such equations break the rhythm of peoples confidence in supporting the wave. but these are short-term policies and can merely put the bridle on the revolution. this deception itself make a cause root for enhancing revolution and violence.

creating corruption is the fundamental policy of the occupational regime to set the enclaves of power and terminate any bypass narrative against the regime.

the older uprise in 50's was abridged by regime by showcasing its insurgency against leadership and people which made then leader to sell his pride for trifling power. today leadership is segregated but yet a person who withholds power of confidence doesn't seem to kneel down against any threat and aggression save a dream of the green flag.

the time has set itself its parameters and institutionalized the same with fables, emotions, aid, and sacrifices. these ideas of attaining dignity will lead to somewhere where freedom and enslavement will become dust and a new light of dawn will pierce the darkness of hearts and deeds.

Oh Defilers;

athar mudasir 16/11/2018

oh, defilers, we don't alliance with your filth alliance and hench men's
nor would you alliance us except tyranny and oppression
nor do we accept your fate, perception, hate and ism
nor would you accept our terms and negotiations
for you is your filth and greed and for us is our compassion and sacrifice
oh, defilers, we don't alliance with your filth alliance and hench men's
lets us met on the bridge where nothing lies with your hands except the burden on thy shoulders

athar mudasir