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

The Ark

By Athar Mudasir

It is the Hour when the wrongdoers and blasphemy flooded their dark hearts.

It is the Hour when no Road no cave will give refuge.

It is the Hour when skies will burst life will end, soil will submerge and dark hearts will drown in their sins.

It is the Hour when Ark will float, animals will be saved over humans save some.

It is the Hour when animals paid price for sins of mankind.

Fire at jungle

By Athar Mudasir

Jungle which was shrinking

Trees falling animals running

Thunders thrashing scaring the lion

Birds veiled, deer hiding

Jungle caught fire poring light everywhere

Waves of blaze rising higher than trees

At morning everything burnt into Ashes 

Lion dead lying with his anger and fear

Hounds and monkeys divided the jungle.

Behind the Wall:Fog of illusion

By Athar Mudasir

It is the life in the burghal.
The day starts with crowing of crows.
people dancing on a vanity.
Music is just for a name, ear piercing rather than heart touching.
Furring slaps of vehicles and dusting sky.
Jigsaw cutting woods less but scratches more heart.
Forgotten stars when they danced.
Rushing people every time as time runs faster than age.
Dreams become fables in mending life.
hands are handcuff with buckets of unnecessary stuff but little for piety.
It is the life in the burghal.