Sahil Mudasir is a writer, blogger,poet,born in Melhura Shopian J$k.He is an " Indian Book of Records" award winner and author of 2 books.
Will you do me a favour,I need not to see you anymore.©sahilmudasir
Throw away your anger, and make me your slave,I have collected my nerves to be yours forever.©sahilmudasir
Mad heart be Brave
All that do I endure and bearIs nothing other than an illusion,That shall weaken the person in meIn the eyes of my beloved pals.I shall nomore wear my shattered heart Upon my tattered and shabby sleeves,For there is no alternate left in vain To procure them by some death grip or force.They say, ' It should cultivate and springLike a fountain, full of conscientious murmursWhispered loudly like the language of heart',Where the two souls amalgamate into one.Alas! Forsaken is the heart into fragmentsWhere chamber of each auricle and ventricleStamped of some nostaligic sentimentsBreaks down, to appear like a mad brave heart.©sahilmudasir
Happy marriage, Javid Sir
Sweet muses! Play thy flutes thenUpon the steeps of Mount heliconWith the new verve of celebrationAs the day has come, a day of exaltationFor our beloved caretaker and masterWho has finally matched his soulmate.Extol and emblazon his marriage bedBy the garlands of flowers and blossomsDecorated in the strings of our prayers And the expectation of his blissful life.In the hope of our hyperbolic visionAll the sweet Gemsians shall wait impatiently,Holding their bosoms inbetween their palms,For the day of an unforgetable feast Served with love, on the wide plates of silverFull of Rista, goshtaba, chicken and what not!We wish you happy marriage, sir©sahilmudasir
Two sides of a coin
The day was like a day,Full of sounds reverberatingAnd color of heart's desire,Inside the campus, there you seeA pack of well wishers and signsOf being oneness like an old man's kin.Scarcely, one could alter his sightFrom the turrets of the highest seat Of companionship and smileCultivating within the hearts of millionsAnd blooming upon the faces of our fellows.Let us suppose, where the path leads outsideFrom the lanes and lawns of our place,There happens, as usual, you depart to reach Your final destination of comfort,There the tables turn round and the smiles gloom,Like those you see an array of advantageFor being an innocent and unknown being,They make a hearty laugh and silent giggle Like you are being thought as 'other' By the cab driver to embus you from there.This way you feel ashamed and escapeFrom being noticed and hide your face behind Against the sudden glances of your companions,And suddenly you realize, the two sides of a same coin!©sahilmudasir
Excerpt from ' The Shadows'
But remember; My tears will bring flood one day. And, Drown you along with them. There will be no place for you Nor any shelter to escape Like they will find you In the dark rooms of night And let you know How one endures in love.©sahilmudasir
I would like to be an all time traveller,If you could show me the path to your heart !©sahilmudasir
All that shall end up the warsAnd marks scars of comfortPeace, an abstraction in actionAnd absence of any divisionIn the hearts of souls on the globe,Nothing can save us from tempestsUntill we shall learn how to swimUpon the soulless currents of a baywhere waves of wars perish and sinkOur hopes into the depths of sea.Peace is what teaches us a language of loveAnd shall burry the silence of destruction in us.©sahilmudasir
That love which was bornInto your adorable eyesDoes no more exist there,And burns itself on the pyre Of those doubtful glancesWith the hope of rejuvenation.Perished will be the heartThat nourishes the feelingsUnder the umbras of bogus pledgesAnd shall acknowlege the worthOf being broken into fragments.......Some text missing©sahilmudasir
Come love, quench my thirstAnd be source of my mirth,My heart sheds tears of loss,On the departure of daffodils.Petals of my heart, colourless ,faded as they areand left imprints of fear.The primroses now grimroses,burn my hopes down into ashes ,before the fall of Autumn.My heart leaps upand recalls,How in bygones,we both used to sing,together,the ballads of love.So lady, come to meand favour thy glanceand fill my vacant soresby thy grace.©sahilmudasir