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

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