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......