Naseer Ahmed Nasir

In the sunbathed expanse of the sky Birds were on the wing Now lost in the quaint net Of limetless space…

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 you on the lake shore…

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

A dream I have to write On the wooden slate Of a child…

Never-ending paths seemed to be ending At yet there was no indication Of a destination, a fruitful conclusion. Realizing this he said…

Sounds When they follow you like dogs In the forest of silence, Itch-afflicted, skeletal loneliness…

Her eyes are more profound Than all other dreaming and darkening eyes And her sleeps are even deeper Than the gentlest of all the sleeps…

Today, after so many days while having coffee at Gloria Jeans… I have gulped down the evening too with the last sip…

Here, the day breaks and the night ends… A field of golden sunlight lies ahead…

Paths are hot on my trail And eyes...... as always they do...... Behind, far behind Are nailed to apertures in the door.…

If you strike a dagger in my chest Do ponder Air has no body.…

What indeed is your patrimony My sweet child, Aniqa! A few 'ghazal' compositions, a handful of poems…

Apollo And Athena...A Poem Scribbled in the State of Abeyance! Manzoomeh! I have seen you many times…

Dreams Insecticides sprayed On stinking water in our streets. Eyes of coming generations…

A memory lingers on familiar lanes An ache awakens on old pathways A hue unique in the buds A flower aloof in a vase…