The Red crescent

By Athar Mudasir

The Red crescent looking through the curtain of night.

The watchers guiding the barks are unaware of its sight.

The lakes are silent blooming with light around the shores.

The Knight is so silent as dragons are approaching with raging fire.

Men are tired levying cozy breaths, Slumber has taken life.

FIRE AND SOIL

By Athar Mudasir

What Analogous of Fire and soul made accursed.

How can fire and soil be Analogous when thee have always been Frivolity, impatient, haste and burning.

What aught aileth thy father of mankind that made ye scatter in the world, leaving the gardens of Eden. 

Haven't you been hasty the clay and soul wouldn't have been ousted.

It was his natural disposition and evil composition which made him be arrogant and disobedient the accursed.

Have thy not been created from sounding clay of moulding mud and formed with perfection by the potter.

Though thy composition is hasty but your disposition is serenity, gentleness, perseverance.

It is the divine knowledge what failed thy accord, which angels predict before thy formation.

Now ye are wondering with a free will against the enemy with free jurisdiction.

Fainted heart

There is a storm in the mind and the heart of fainted one

 Doesn't know which is heavier,

the scales of decree and passion has raged against each other 

thee life is between the bridge of right and wrong, where ye don't even find reason what scales the wrong as wrong and right stands for the right.

 Thy has stagnated thee potential by some literal finite perceptions and limited thyself.

 Love life has ended badly which induced a new spectrum of thinking in thy life

ye have closed thee doors and windows of thy heart

thy frightened one is scared and disguised to love again.

 Somehow the Breezes of compassion have breached thy hegemony and pampered your frightened heart

And recalls thy for the salvation.

-Athar Mudasir-