ASIF SULTAN MATTA

Bleak Spring Faded are the colors of my spring. Of lost hope, dejected heart litany I sing The breeze of May carries the onus of  pain Brushes off on me from its fatigued wing The springing grass wails in merciless merry Round the decaying hay in bleak longing For my separated loved one's, who with the Vernal breeze wafted away into the forbidding #bleedingKashmir --Asif Sultan

12-04-2020 Don't cheer me up! Let the grief of longing Amass, and render the heart heavy And fall in prostration Before the Merciful, Let not the onus subside. Don't console me! Thy tyrant words May deconstruct the cobwebby edifice Of hopes of reunion. Do not accompany me! Your jabber may restrict Me... To hear the melancholic Melodies of her yells. Do not cheer me up! ©Asif Sultan

Onus of Pain Asif Sultan 12-03-2020 Turned the lights off. I made my bed to sleep. A profound darkness spread all over my room. I slid down in my bed and wrapped my shivering body with a warm cozy blanket swathed with a white covered quilt. Fixed the cushion over the pillow to recline on and started thinking of her till I fall asleep, soon after I slurped down 'some' medicines. I groped for my phone and turned it off and threw it away off my bed- Unlike of my usual way of keeping it on the pillow so close to my ears so that I could hear instantly the ring and receive her call without making her little wait-- Sooner I slid myself under the duvet,  sleep took over me and seized me in a deep slumber. I felt warm, thus was oblivious of everything- calm sleep it was! Suddenly, I woke up squinting my eyes and I found myself completely drenched in cold sweat; trembling and restless I was yearning for her- to hear her solacing voice. I was panting out of breath and stood up a...

Message of love As rhapsodic with the upsurge of love,  I turn on the tap of my dry pen; The ink of blood slowly trickling  Down on the paper of my prayers That waits to ascend to the heavens  I make a paper boat of my hopes Only to make it float on the dry Running Stream of my prayers And be adrift to your home  With the wind of my yearnings  And knock at thy door Saying salaam And give the message of love.  ~Asif Sultan Matta 23 September 2018

Glance of Love Asif Sultan Matta 29-03-2018 Goddess of love, one day, showered the mercy of love On my bereft being Rekindled the morose soul within deep my deserted existence The parched rivers got a gushing flow, And withered woodlands flushed green; The extinct buds suddenly sprouted Out with an innocent beam Revitalised my dead garden of life; Aroma of charm wafted in air Making every nook vivacious Goddess of love once darted A glance of love at me.

The Sealed Ecstasy! 14-01-2018 Asif Sultan Matta What have you amassed for future?, they say Are you going to feed your family With the bread of books And their beverages be the ink of your pen? How can the fire of your of passion Of teaching at school Kindle the candle of your life? How can you build a big house From the raw bricks of your shallow dreams to entice a good beautiful match? What'll happen to your kids In this competitive age? Will your flipping of papers, And drying up your brain In teaching indifferent kids, And scribbling something alien Help you build the edifice of your 'career'? See how Tom, Dick and Harry Are reaching to the skies up high! Their lives blissfull and pockets swelled! And you... You possess nothing but the sheenless books And the penury in your reward! What have you got! Answer! But how can they relate? How can they discern the sealed bliss and glitzy gay : The merry of swim in calm lakes, And the pus...

Scattered Dreams 19-01-2018 My dreams lay scattered in the twinkling light of the darkness of night, Prodding me, waking me up Seeking answer of their lamenting questions... My dreams lay scattered In the dusk of daylight; The onus of responsibilities And the pressure of orthodoxy Lead my quixotic mind To the vales of compulsions Of life, And my dreams lay scattered Enveloped in the painful words Scattered on a rough piece of paper Whining, wailing, zealous though, Gathered in the placid world of unquiet verses My scattered dreams Palliate the pangs of the pain... ©Asif Sultan Matta