ASIF SULTAN MATTA

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…