Impulses of Bud

BY ATHAR MUDASIR

It was the morning when it poured into thy breast unknowingly

It grew and spread like grass all over the walls of heart

Thee red limbs faded into green.

The tiny buds burst through the chambers

The fragrance spread and pampers blood

It was beautiful and tempting, and life breath into freedom;

Verily in the gloom the bud despaired looking with disgrace,

Falling into the dark world of melancholy,

The world has torn asunder.

The dying bud slowly crunches and dries

No rain and dew could hold her fading breath

The dark night

By Athar Mudasir

The dark night seems dead world, 

The fragrance of night blossoms seems to attract moths to sustain it's creed. 

Owl hooting from the Chinar trees seems warning thy presence, watching thee steps, that you are not alone.

How critical is thy affairs of jungle the closed eyes are equal to vision.

Treason and lies have become accord, 

Deaf and blindness is the virtue of dark world.

Once the night called for peace and rest, 

But tonight, fear and cohesion has veiled life,

Every slap of wind blows the kindle off.

The door is knocked every night by an invisible man,

The silent steps in vanity snatch thy sleep.