Summer fell

Athar mudasir

The glimmering day turned to haste
When thy faithful fell at last.

Thee weight of evil raised over thee horizon
Sky enveloped thy modesty with gloomy veil,
Pouring drops of heaven to call men,
Hold on thy patience.

Thy screaming crowd with dead soul came on their knee to mourn thy presence.

How foolish and hasty has been mankind ever,
It's not thy who has mingled soul with soil.
It's the death of ideas which got slaughtered by the greed of men.
You just came and left with attend milestone.

It's not the lotus which emerged though mud but a disease.
Disease which has covered thy soul and heart.

The disease

By Athar Mudasir

Is this the land of saints,
The land of benevolence and resilience.

The epidemic has clustered in the veins of valley,
Spreading enormous and covering the three corners of life, virtue and society.

The triangle of evil has plunged the heart of sanity.
Every sacrifice seem to be wasted in vanity.

The last breaths of life seems pushing within the grip of evil.
Most have fortified their peculiar lives in collaboration.

It wasn't the occupation only but thy wretched desire and deceitful trade.

Roads of nowhere

By Athar Mudasir

Roads of nowhere

Why the world seems fading
Shading into dark clock of enemity

Why the tunes of birds seems disturbing,
Once they where melodious and hopeful.

Happiness has become dump in pills,
Comfort has become problem itself,
Time is running more than ever

Relationship is limited to mere formalities
And, religion to rituals.

Love has vanished from the souls,
Though its kindle lights in the dark Chambers, vomit through gorges of hegemony.

Thee roads where built to reach destination,
But, the destination gets farther.

The rage of intruders is immense,
Crushing the valleys and tilth.

Gardens are built over grave yards
Filled with paper flowers and sprayed scents.

Sheeple have outraged their masters
And fallen pray before hounds.