For the awaited!

Oh awaited! Al Qaim

My master! Ya Mahdi

The Sufyani swords have risen

Killing us night and days

Whilst everything is set ablaze

Humane instinct got no trace

Bloodshed be it or

Be it crucifixion

Beheading scenes too

Now look so normal

Live in Khurasan or go to Kufa

Fear rules Mosul, dismayed is Raqqa

Blood in the tide of tigres

And bombed is samara

Hiding behind the castles of evil

They plot in their strongholds

They’re armed to the teeth

They slay us, while

we cry from beneath

Dipped in the martyrs blood

Is the sun’s red

Murky nights hollowed

Even the days are put to bed

Drowned in your love

my lips say Al Ajal

my heart cries Ya Hujjah

my eyes weep As-Saa’ate

my soul shouts Adriknee

Hope’s wings slashed and

Peace and tranquillity fled

Come out of occultation

Ya Imam your separation

has made my heart to bled

I call upon you

Oh! The promised one

Avenge the unjust tyrant

Khooli of this time

That impure, vicious one

My tears only are not alone

But Millions everywhere

Not i but we

Call you in the same tone

Ready for you are the divine men

Face to face against oppression

Come lead us through this transition

And to begin the end of destruction

Dying to live in the servitude of Zahra

We took pledge against the enemy of ALLAH

Protecting the holy places in Iraq &Syria

The world knows us by the name - Hezbollah

Oh Al Qaim, You got the power

Of the loin of ALLAH

Your legacy from generations

Is the sword of ALLAH

Your pure chest protects the realm

Is the shield of ALLAH

Justice will prevail unanimously

When you say Bismillah

You cry for the daughter

Of the Prophet of ALLAH

Lady of light is alone

We can’t cry thier - Wallah

Whilst Filth lives in palaces

Baqee is roofless - Wallah

Waiting for you is the green tomb

So is the house of ALLAH

Our covenant for you

We’ll forget? Never

Let takfiris trample

Cast aspersion? Never!

Let them hijack Islam

Tread on its values? Never!

Their shadows and swords

On the land of pure? Never!

Al Hujjah showing mercy

On the Marhab’s? Never!

Exhume Hujr bin Adi

They think they’ll prosper? Never!

O’ Mahdi show us the day when

By the wall of Ka’aba you will stand tall and then

Stating in one voice the inevitable, writing with one pen

You lifted the veil and came out of the occultation’s den

Take note oh world, stop this slay

The pure speaks so listen to what he has to say

The promise of ALLAH is true without delay

Revenge is seeking the ignoble with this relay

Their game ends and they got nothing to play

Our faith Ya Imam is unshakable

Your love in our hearts is unbreakable

313 was and will be unstoppable

Coz we know our Imam is just & invincible

Mir Atif.

Muharram - 1438

Notes from an unfinished love!

To unlove and love you

Took me to hell and back

Weak need not to attempt

No tests for desires to know

All that remains

Is but a distant dream

Like that of a story

That was rubbed off

The only remnants

are pencil marks

At the bottom of that plain paper

That once carried

uncaring written notes

Of an unfinished love

It reads and I write it now

‘love her’ till the gentle rain

Falls in time to her soundless tears

‘love her more’ when winds wreak havoc

And ferocious is the thunder

She is as the note says

A pendulum that swings

Between fear and suffocation

Sometimes fear and abandonment

At times faith and infidelity

‘love her’ when she watches clocks

Chases time

‘love her more’ when she tries

Tries to make the broken pieces fit

Tries to make sense of it all

Amid the notes lives a memory

Of her fighting demons

Slaying those dragons

And yet at times

She like a child

Terrified alone in a big world

‘love her’ for her bravery

‘love her more’ when she’s scared

Like the chronicles of a

Death foretold and of

Endless battles to find herself

The note that hints

of her when she is small

and of times she feels

huge and invincible

‘love her’ when she feels too much

‘love her more’ when she feels not enough

The unfinished love that

Speak volumes of ache

Pain and anguish,

Of her eyes that grow dim

And when she is a bright light

Letting wind weave magic

Through her hair

Inscribed in that note’s heart

Were two, sometimes three

Words

Love her, lover her more

‘love her’ when she’s light

‘love her more’ when in darkness

‘love her’ when she loves you

‘love her more’ when she hurts

‘love her’ when its easy

‘love her more’ when its not

The pencil with its broken nib

Wrote for me to understand

Understand her, it spelled

She offered you her fragile heart

She didn’t need you

She had chosen you

The note now breaths its last

Asks me to love

‘love her’ when she doesn’t love

‘love her’ for she is her

‘love her more’ for you know

How to love harder

Undying wish of the

Love that died

Keep the notes

Of the unfinished love.

Mir Atif

November of 2016

Grief’s Note

Through withered gardens I went

Climbed the highest hills

saw snow peaks  in crimson colours

Jackboots drenched in blood

The valley that once was

was bare than deserts now

As if in the darkest hour

It saw the face of death

swayed to a secluded place

Caged in the unfinished rooms

Grief’s note was written in bold

On the unending wall of pain

Taken back to the exact moment

Where everything succumbed to regret

When veins were snapped

And nothing could be saved

Forsaken even by loneliness today

I recall that teeming city

Who took its fervour

Who drew the first blood

Ashes tell the story

Ruins bare witness

Who lit the fire first

Who hit the last nail

Attacked by arrows

That spew venom

The half drawn daggers

Still tripling with blood

The fate was sealed

of smiles and her children

their dying Kashmir

was sent to dungeons 

home died in the arms of the vision-less summer

the year of the blind that hollows you out

I feel in my chest, my heart may squeeze

Yet from hell’s heart I stab thee

Mir Atif – Unrest 2016

From the notebook of grief

22/9/2016 : 22:18 hrs

Did Anything Change?

Smiles of the heaven

Have the children of conflict.

Eyes full of dreams

Had the children of conflict?

Bliss of severance

On that eventful eid

Silenced by a death foretold

Remembrance makes the heart to bleed .

Like waves of frozen Dal

Rainin’ tears to bid farewell

He was brought to rest

Where the undying dwell

Day 50 today

Feels like day one

He clings to stones

You can hold that gun

He came in the hue

of the holy shroud

And the flower of passion

Made Kashmir proud

At lidder they vow by the waters edge

Standing side by side they took this pledge

The land of saints now breeds new heroes

A lane without name today has flowers and sedge

Listen to his name

With all your heart

And hear that song

Which your ears did not

Day 50 today

Feels like day one

Do all that you want

You’re back to square one

Grief is in a hurry

And pain passes by

Vanity too busy

Left to bewail n cry

In the valley of death

Where flowers don’t mourn

They took his dreams

with pellets they torn

That child can’t see, he sure can’t scribe

You’ve blinded him and he asks instead

In a knife-like tone he hoists his voice

Is he not big enough? To honor his dead.

Day 50 today

Feels like day one

Did anything change?

Excuse that pun

Tum aaye ho, na shab-e-intezar guzri hai, Faiz Ahmad Faiz translated by Mir Atif

Tum Aaye Ho Na Shab-e-Intizar Guzri Hai
Talaash Mein Hai Sehar, Bar Bar Guzri Hai

Junoon mein jitni bhi guzri, bakaar Guzri Hai
Agar che Dil Pe KHarabi Hazar Guzri Hai

Woh Baat Saare Fasaane Mein Jis ka Zikra Na Tha
Woh Baat Unko Bahut NaGavaar Guzri Hai

Huii Hai Hazrat-e-Naaseh se Guftguu Jis Shab
Woh Shab Zaruur Sar-e-Kuh-e-Yaar Guzri Hai

Na Gul Khile hein, Na un Se Mile, Na Mai Pii Hai
Ajeeb Rung Mein ab Ke Bahaar Guzri Hai

Chaman Mein Gaarat-e-gulchiin se Jaane Kya Guzri
Qafas se Aaj Sabaa be-Qaraar Guzri Hai

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You didn’t show up

Night of longing denies to go

In pursuit of you

Dawns trumpet is yet to blow

Surrounded by passion

Wasn’t that time well spent?

Why wail oh! Heart?

All you suffered was a severe dent

Counting my steps

In the beloved’s alleyway

Like that debate

Of lovers at Broadway

Story you recounted

And left an unsaid part

Offences he took

Ineptly to his own heart

Emptied cups, no blossoms

And no signs of her

Colorless has been

This summer – so blur

Gardener plucked

To the flowers dismay

The morning breeze questioned

Besides my confine today

Not from the elixir..

When emptiness surrounds

Filling the void

When nothingness resonates

Of soundless screams

Taking your name

When breathing be like

A blade down the throat

When pointless arguments

Challenge thy hope

When numbness moves

Crushing thy bones

I look for retreat

In the alleys of hope

None to be found

yet once again

To my refuge – came

Not from the elixir

But the ink from my pen

With the color of blood

On spotless paper

Writing stories

Each word says peace

my heart’s off loom

Arteries relaxed

Of the anticipated pain

and the hunger that fasts

Of the longing that lasts

That keeps you alone

I open my eyes

There’s moment of truth

A half drawn dagger

Stays in me

For the rest of the night

Till the morning light

And I survive

For one more time

It was my refuge

Not the elixir’s flow

But my paper n pen