ASIF SULTAN MATTA

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