ASIF SULTAN MATTA

The Day has come! A birthday Poem By Asif Sultan Matta 12 am, 30 January 2016. Avidly waiting have been I for this day, To bid you a merry and happy Birthday; Peace and prosperity may shine your life, Day in and day out, I only this pray; Words baffled to express what's in me, My tongue too stammers what to hide and what say? Allied to you be pleased with you, Joyous be of their nights and days; Filled with love and care for you, My heart I wish could all that pay; The day has come and waiting gone, Sing to you aloud "A Happy Birthday". Albiet my part now less to make this day, But God's mercy all around you lay...

Burning words Asif Sultan 18-01-2016 Words burning inside me; Afraid of inking them down... They may burn paper and pen, They may burn me and you they may burn this cold breeze and the aura around; And turn everything to ashes-- Afraid of writing now... Let me withold my words and save the world from being blazed up to flames..

Could I say! 13-01-2016 Asif Sultan I would stab my heart a thousand times with a sparkling sharp dagger to ooze out all the pain from it, weren't you dwelling therein, still. I have forgotten you; I never miss you now; I don't remember the days we spent together and the nights we had deep conversations in- could I be able to say all this! The aura around of the places we visited together and the places we imagined to be in do not evoke my emotions and remind me of you- I can't say that! I see you everywhere- I can't help saying! Breeze passing by; the sun seeping its light through my face; Wind; light; day; night- everything drops your message to me...   I hate the days now for I don't find you by my side. I hate the nights for I babble and mumble  during my restless frickle sleep and you aren't responding, neither listening my ceaseless utterances...I wish I could make you hear; I wish you could respond... I know I've lost you- perhaps forever... Yo...

I wander 07-01-2016 Wandering through streets thinking of you, Smile of yours and shining eyes... I find you here walking by my side Curling your arm under mine... I keep on walking though my feet give up, But thoughts of yours make me go on... I'll go on and on as long as streets aren't dusky, Going home now haunt me awfully... You come brimmed over my eyelids With incessant tears as within me you overwhelm... I'll walk; I'll wander, I'll hum your name over and over... Let masses call me mad Let them name me insane... As I sing for you while strolling through The aisle of poplar trees, you come- You come and pat my back I feel you... I smile through my wet eyes As I behold you rubbing my hands And wiping my tears...

I will Smile Asif Sultan Matta 1st January 2016 I will broaden my smile, now. I won't let the people mock our love. I won't stain it, anyway. I'll keep on smiling the way I used to, before, rather wider than that. I'll bury the pain in my heart, I won't express it to people. Instead, I'll make the people realise that you gave me nothing but happiness. I shall wear a smile- a bigger one. Masses won't blame your care, nor my love. My words haven't finished yet... I have a lot to say and express to you. I have a gigantic treasure of words to please you, to merry you, to make you smile and laugh- to make you special. You may be tired of speaking but I am not...You may not listen, but I will write- I will write everything whatever remained unsaid. I will finish all the treasure on you. I'll share the happiness and pain with the paper. My face will reflect happiness, and my pen- the special silvery shining Pen, gifted by you- will write the pain- ...