ASIF SULTAN MATTA

The Scarlet Streams Asif Sultan Matta Thou ask me about the autumnal beauty And the full charm of the Chinar tree? Let me thank thee for reminding The inert beauty of my hapless valley, Let thou trust me that we-- We’ve forgotten this abode of glee. Can there be anything to please A fearful heart with anxieties? Can a dying man rejoice The delicious food of his choice? Can a betrayed lover savour The night’s silence and day’s glitter? Can a motherless child enjoy The catchy playthings and lifeless toys? Can a heart broken be marvelled By the yellow falling leaves of maple! My comrade, our sun rises and burns The blooming flowers and green ferns; The Chinar leaves scornfully sing The litany of mockery at our bleak spring! The woeful mothers Who rehearsed madrigals, To sing in their sons’ nuptials Are crooning now the elegies On their sons’ funeral! Thou art inquiring of Kashmir, my dear! ‘Tis swamped with the tempest of fear And takes away the beaut

I don't need 'sleep inducing music' To sleep; have a lot to do; My eyes ought to be wide open, I have miles to go; The light of passion my torch, To tread the grim path of glory; The thirst only my pilgrim-provision, To find the ever fulfilling sacred wine. ©Asif Sultan

I have a dream! Asif Sultan I have a dream that every single child shall grow as a flower to bedeck the garden of world I have a dream that he shall live as a falcon if wants to soar up high; A rose, if inclines to spread aroma; A fish, if tends to swim in deep seas; and as wind, if it likes to roam on free Falcon won't swim Rose won't be planted on roadsides, fish won't fly up high and the wind won't be sown as a seed: All shall fit as the unique brick In the edifice of a happy world. I have a dream that he shall smile even when his heart is sad. I have a dream that he shall not be the victim of purposelessness, of despondency and misery. I have a dream to envision this world as an epitome of paradise on earth; My vision shall come true!

Be productive, not busy! There are two types of minds: busy minds and productive minds. Most of the minds are busy as bee, pushed for time, but end up attaining nothing. Some other minds are also busy but they're with something in their hands at the end. Now what's the difference between these two. How can we be not so busy yet productive, and get rid of being too busy and unproductive? Here's the answer! Productive minds, unlike the busy minds, have a specific goal to achieve hence they invest all their efforts in one particular goal and go closer to it as much as they can. While, busy minds are reactive towards the work, whatsoever comes in their way they do it industriously. They're like arrows which have been thrown without any specific target, moving on hitting anything coming in their ways. Quality number two of productive minds is that they plan. Intelligence is all about planning. When they have specific goals to achieve on a particular day, they plan a

Selves Asif Sultan 12-09-2017 My ‘selves’ wandering away, Hauling towards different endeavors Deserting the real and mindful ‘me’, Which witnesses all this forcible tow. Where shall they aspire to take this ‘me’? Me? Where is ‘me’—the real me? Who folks call—the one—he. Lost in the multiple whines of ‘me’… Is it the one, soaring to the towering peaks? Or the one that pulls it down to the abysmal ravines, Where is “me”? A moth around the candle of tempting books? Or the one that’s dumped under quilts of apathy Where shall I go to find myself? Driven am I to vales of belief and love? Or the one cowering before evil and lust? Lost I find myself within ‘myselves’… There’s a constant assault on my being… And ‘me’---lost, witnessing The hunt on my soul…

I want to write today... Asif Sultan 28-08-2017 I want to write today... Let my Muses be sullen, thus away The ink arid and my pen sterile And heart devoid of feelings But I want to write today... How long shall I keep apraising The ink-flow of my comrades And teach pupils 'how to write'? To get a spur to write? And drain impeded streams? No, let me hold a dagger And slit all my veins And let clogged blood drip To paint a crimson castle  Out of it, to give home to my pain I want to write today... I can't afford not to write Can't be now imprisoned within  this writer's block Is it or it isn't?  Can't let myself be dazed in this crock Let me fill my fountain pen With wine of coal black ink and let it stumble on dull paper,  I've been afraid to fill For I want to write today... Witty or silly be my poem Let ye not call it even a poem Rhyme and rhythm be absent in it And its syn

ANCHORING SCRIPT ON PUBLIC SPEAKING CONTEST SESSION ONE The sparkle of fire is the witness of your worth, the silent flounce of the water is the witness of your softness. The rising of the sun in the east and the sunset in the west is the witness of your rhythm, rhythmical movement of the moon is the witness of your perfection. My words, my soul are the witness of oneness of glory Allah whose glorification cannot be described in words. Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi waabrakatuhu To begin the program I call upon Tehleel for recitation of holy verses of Qur’an. Honorable chairman, esteemed principal, venerated jury of judges, respected teachers and my dear friends. I Fiza Showkat, host for this session warmly welcome you all on behalf of K H E I. Furthermore I thank you all on behalf of organizer of program for gracing the event with your pleasing presence. It’s really encouraging and overwhelming for our wee effort. It has shoot up our morale. This program titled “The Gre

A Beast that Eats 'Love' It is the beast that eats goodness leaves man in guilt and deep distress it is the snake that sucks all love No relation sees,  it's so ruthless,  venom it spreads in affable blood turns it bitter and affectionless  Filth it is that taints your pure love loathsome it makes your great beingness Folks cluster around to a loving heart and the one who shouts is the one heard less 'Brave is not one who wrestles men down  but the one who waits-- its vent suppress' Anger, berserk horse that failures ride rein it too firm and veer to success.  31- January 2017 Asif Sultan Matta

The day of delight and an eerie feeling my heart in awe is fastly beating... why shan't it quiver with huge surge of love's ray? that too multiplied with the advent of this day? A deep nervousness it endlessly reels as is feeble- can't evince well what it feels... Heart signals merry and a great sense of awe, an apt picture of this bliss it's unable to draw Words too little to share what it's to convey Blessed and happy you be, I always pray With my shivering hands, you accept a rosy bouquet A call, deep in heart, wishing you a Happy Birthday...💐 30-January 2017 Asif Sultan Matta

Silent Sighs 06-01-2017 Asif Sultan Matta ‘Big snowy flakes falling from the sky’ In her sleep, she can hear her mother’s cry. A cozy blanket and white snug duvet Swathed over her, allow her not to rise Off her bed, in her own dreams she’s to fly… She is dreaming… Dreaming of snow… She tweaks the quilt down and steals a look To the window and beholds the shower of white bits. Reluctant is she to venture out, But this beguiling view, her appetite shook. Slithering her sight through white flakes, Toiling to see her sister’s cherry face, Among other girls, building an effigy of snow With their tender shivering scarlet hands, As she was astir and drew off window’s drapes. But she preferred to enjoy seeing them playing And coach the small girls in structuring, and rebuke When they fell into the scuffle of snow-pelting She darted her eyes above up sky Looking for the end where snow come from, She ends up feeling soaring up, high Speedy and fluttering her wings

Under the Chinar Tree 05-01-2017 Why shouldn't I recollect that lively tryst? when my shoulder had felt light And heavy at the same time Heavy with love and lightened from onus Your face tenderly rubbing against it under that naked maple tree, In that autumn when gold leaves, falling and carressing our faces, Giving a fair pledge of our spring: Our dreams rising up, unlike the leaves and being written in an invisible diary, Our blossoms were blushing and smiling in merry. Had sooth, had calm, Had an uncanny tranquillity. ~Asif Sultan Matta

In journey to Stars. 04-01-2017 Amber bulbs radiant, high spark my heart to them, fly--- And be a part of their constellation And glitter as they do in unison I look at them from very below And crave to go up above But my wings weak to soar up high, To shine like them, could I ever try? A Nightingale cheerfully smiles, A ray of hope, in her beautiful eyes Hither thee come, she's saying, and perch on my wings, come to skies. Holding her wings, I'm too firmly Goes on to Stars my keen journey. ~Asif Sultan Matta

The Story of Two Sullen Hearts Asif Sultan Matta 03 January 2017 O deary diary, under your shade I am to dig a grave with spade, bury a heart-piercing tale, By none, I found, it could be weighed Two sullen hearts had tryst today, One ready to forget, other still afraid O'er stabbed being a spangled garb, To be healed, they battle and wade Through fuming waves of steaming sea And made to shore, at fair garden they embraced and rendezvous made. But his... Wrenching cries throb her existence--- Complaints and cooing like  wailing maid. He's beseeching for forgiveness for he had sobbed cause' felt betrayed. Rendezvous passed with pensiveness As sun did hide they adieu bade... ~Asif Sultan Matta

A Lament Asif Sultan Matta 02-01-2017 Lament upsurges in grieved heart, Why some possess, and some not? Dignity, love, bliss, privilege... When all created by One Lord, Created men, his mate from One Soul, so to play their unequal roles, As per their polar unique being. But you say, they are same--- Robbed them off their uniqueness And ask falcon to suck nectar from flowers, and bee to soar high, Nay, they're  two oars of one canoe Pushing it forth with mutual toil, In different sides. Greed of Gold deprived you of real you, The material sheets encompassed pure pearl And you became a vulture, who Shoos others away and pounce at filthy corpse and render your mates starved. God hath sent thee as his vicegerent To establish his commandments But you claimed of being God, The ruler, the sovereign, the authority The rightful of being the Judge. Snatched moaning mothers off  sons To heap up precious thrones, to settle down and cage the flying birds...