ASIF SULTAN MATTA

AS I RECALL Pinches, tender-nudges, hand rubs and smiles; Reverie of day, longing arises; Darkness of night, my tears daubed face, Foster in me a strange solace; Forget I not that cruel storm, That tore my heart and wretched my charm; And shook my world, and dimmed the shine, Ruined love of yours and dreams mine; Do I recall those days and nights, Everyday’s trysts and talking delights; Do I recall those tears of yours, Harboured I for a deep remorse; That I could not wipe them off face Which had faded your grin and grace… ASIF SULTAN 19/04/2016

Feelings Died Asif Sultan Matta 12 am, 12th April 2016. I'm lementing, not because we lost eachother, but for the death of love I had been carefully but passionately nursing and cherishing for you. Near or far you were, doesn't effect me much as long as those beautiful feelings palliated my heart. My heart seems barren now. Dead and withered it is! Feelings have died, thus I lament- lament most vehemently. The moment I resolve to sow the seed of your love in my heart again, the withered tree's pitiable existence scare me. I truly feel that an another 'you'-- the one I loved and who loved me, ardently; longed and who I longed for--hindering me not to dare. Your soul, which you left in me, the another 'you', certainly or perhaps the real you, is so possessive for me to give me away to anyone even to your current being, which to me has turned entirely different, mysteriously, from the one I had feelings for. Alas! They're ruthlessly dead, which I must...