Authorz: Naseer Ahmed Nasir

Outside the abode of our sleep Somewhere a dream burns Somewhere tears sparkle Somewhere a moon smoulders Outside the abode of our sleep Somewhere the…

Have you ever ventured Beyond the dreams Where the sulking night Angry with her lovers, the moon and the stars Dabs her bare body with…

Had ocean been my confidant I’d have given it All of my truths for safekeeping Tales i would have written Of seashells picking girls on…

Windows open vistas for us Windows – of hearts, of minds or of eyes Windows – which might open outward Or inward They bring the…

I am maddened by the Death-knock. In a frenzy I run, for the many chores to be done… From the stillness of mountains and lakes…

No distance ever separates Dreams and desires No mirror ever dissolves Reflection and water In one’s eye What graph would you make Of lines of…

She asks me What is a poem? Her shapely nose, Her lips like two slices of water melon, Her eyes reflecting clear blue sky, Her…

I remain Where she left me After she had finished reading. No one leafed through the book of love Time has coursed its way Aeons…

Sounds When they follow you like dogs In the forest of silence, Itch-afflicted, skeletal loneliness When it litters Offspring of dreams In shallow ponds of…

In the sunbathed expanse of the sky Birds were on the wing Now lost in the quaint net Of limetless space In sky-lakes, azure blue,…

Winds dance Black clouds gather Trace songs of blue rains On wooden tablets of the golden sun In azure limitlessness of the sky. Birds remember…

Look December Don’t ever come now! Look, December Deserts unnumbered have expanded in me. All my rivers Are silted with the sands of loneliness. Now…

God, make my words a firefly God, make my conversation a butterfly God, make my footsteps a path God, make me fragrance of flowers And…

All rivers of taste have dried up Only sands boil in pans Tyranny of migration has struck the towns Birds have forsaken their nests. Judgements…

Adieu, our guest birds, adieu! Adieu, till the next year! Next year when you’ll bring the scriptures of your flight We would be waiting for…

Children innocently ask: Where do the animals’ souls go when they are dead? Does the fish-soul leave the ocean? And do the birds Simply turn…

Look O, traveller Before dying Put your dreams In the care Of wind and water I will make words out of dreams. From the grime…

White clouds Morphing wonderfully Watch those bears Changing into Rows of elephants Shaping like A frail old man standing Rearranging into children Playing with balloons.…

If some one were to flash a light Would you be able to see All those things Which are lost in the deep swarthy Liquid…

The walls have come out of doors Narrows are the passages, many are the footprints On the steep rock where the sun lies half reclined…