Epilogue – Naseer Ahmed Nasir

Having forsaken all paths open to me

I come to you


And when for a while I am with you

I go beyond myself for eons

In measuring the distance of a single word.

I exhaust the breath count

Of my vanquished life-span

In the midst of your victorious centuries.

The single moment with you

Which becomes the digit of my fate

Remains deprived of any count.
The seasons exhaust all their four guise-embodiments

And snows of uncounted millenia

Continue piling up in heaps

On the poles

From beginning to the end of time

While you sit near the fireplace

Soaking yourself in the warmth

Of a tete-a-tete.
The horizons of this room

Like your love

Are indeed vast

But my uprooted feet

Can’t find their footing in space

And I perforce

Seek reincarnation again and again

Each time I loose my life’s dream

In your eyes.
This time (however) 

I ‘ ve nothing to loose or gain

No great battles remain to be fought

All I wish is

To die the last time

Living the remainder of my life. 

Dreams Lost in Water – Naseer Ahmed Nasir 

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 thought? 

The triangle of pain

Is without any angle
Countless races

Have dreams alike

But sleep and night-watch

Are never the same! 
Names are forgotten

Codes alone come to mind

In nuclear setups
Dreams of radiant generations

Are smitten

By atomic explosions

Cities sink

Nuclei dissipate

Orbits dwindle

What remains 

Are terra and sol

In the dance of death

God is a casualty.
A moment of brightness

In a light year

Breaking into smithereens

In a million eons

An accident – yes

But not an event 

History is continuity

Broken once 

Telescopic eyes, tired out, give up

Their distance watching

Lost planets

Bygone epoches

Have no interposition.
Who will look for


In spring-fresh hands

Of tiny tots? 

Who will see


In eyes-yours and mine

In centuries to be? 

No one is sure

Of things lost in water! 

Should Lanterns Shine – Dylan Thomas

Should lanterns shine, the holy face,

Caught in an octagon of unaccustomed light,

Would wither up, an any boy of love

Look twice before he fell from grace.

The features in their private dark

Are formed of flesh, but let the false day come

And from her lips the faded pigments fall,

The mummy cloths expose an ancient breast.
I have been told to reason by the heart,

But heart, like head, leads helplessly;

I have been told to reason by the pulse,

And, when it quickens, alter the actions’ pace

Till field and roof lie level and the same

So fast I move defying time, the quiet gentleman

Whose beard wags in Egyptian wind.
I have heard may years of telling,

And many years should see some change.
The ball I threw while playing in the park

Has not yet reached the ground. 

Poem In October – Dylan Thomas

It was my thirtieth year to heaven

Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood

And the mussel pooled and the heron

Priested shore

The morning beckon

With water praying and call of seagull and rook

And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall

Myself to set foot

That second

In the still sleeping town and set forth.
My birthday began with the water-

Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name

Above the farms and the white horses

And I rose

In rainy autumn

And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.

High tide and the heron dived when I took the road

Over the border

And the gates

Of the town closed as the town awoke.
A springful of larks in a rolling

Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling

Blackbirds and the sun of October


On the hill’s shoulder,

Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly

Come in the morning where I wandered and listened

To the rain wringing

Wind blow cold

In the wood faraway under me.
Pale rain over the dwindling harbour

And over the sea wet church the size of a snail

With its horns through mist and the castle

Brown as owls

But all the gardens

Of spring and summer were blooming in the tall tales

Beyond the border and under the lark full cloud.

There could I marvel

My birthday

Away but the weather turned around.
It turned away from the blithe country

And down the other air and the blue altered sky

Streamed again a wonder of summer

With apples

Pears and red currants

And I saw in the turning so clearly a child’s

Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother

Through the parables

Of sun light

And the legends of the green chapels
And the twice told fields of infancy

That his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine.

These were the woods the river and sea

Where a boy

In the listening

Summertime of the dead whispered the truth of his joy

To the trees and the stones and the fish in the tide.

And the mystery

Sang alive

Still in the water and singingbirds.
And there could I marvel my birthday

Away but the weather turned around. And the true

Joy of the long dead child sang burning

In the sun.

It was my thirtieth

Year to heaven stood there then in the summer noon

Though the town below lay leaved with October blood.

O may my heart’s truth

Still be sung

On this high hill in a year’s turning. 

Psalm 18 Part 3 – Isaac Watts

v.30,31,34,35,46-50 L. M.

Rejoicing in God.
Just are thy ways, and true thy word,

Great Rock of my secure abode:

Who is a God beside the Lord?

Or where’s a refuge like our God?
‘Tis he that girds me with his might,

Gives me his holy sword to wield,

And while with sin and hell I fight,

Spreads his salvation for my shield.
He lives, and blessed be my Rock!

The God of my salvation lives:

The dark designs of hell are broke;

Sweet is the peace my Father gives.
Before the scoffers of the age

I will exalt my Father’s name,

Nor tremble at their mighty rage,

But meet reproach, and bear the shame.
To David and his royal seed

Thy grace for ever shall extend;

Thy love to saints in Christ their Head

Knows not a limit, nor an end. 

Psalm 18 Part 2 – Isaac Watts

v.20-26 L. M.

Sincerity proved and rewarded.
Lord, thou hast seen my soul sincere,

Hast made thy truth and love appear;

Before mine eyes I set thy laws,

And thou hast owned my righteous cause.
Since I have learned thy holy ways,

I’ve walked upright before thy face;

Or if my feet did e’er depart,

‘Twas never with a wicked heart.
What sore temptations broke my rest!

What wars and strugglings in my breast!

But through thy grace, that reigns within,

I guard against my darling sin:
That sin which close besets me still,

That works and strives against my will:

When shall thy Spirit’s sovereign power

Destroy it, that it rise no more?
[With an impartial hand, the Lord

Deals out to mortals their reward;

The kind and faithful souls shall find

A God as faithful and as kind.
The just and pure shall ever say,

Thou art more pure, more just than they;

And men that love revenge shall know

God hath an arm of vengeance too.] 

Psalm 18 Part 1 – Isaac Watts

v.1-6,15-18 L. M.

Deliverance from despair.
Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength,

My rock, my tower, my high defence:

Thy mighty arm shall be my trust,

For I have found salvation thence.
Death, and the terrors of the grave,

Stood round me with their dismal shade;

While floods of high temptations rose,

And made my sinking soul afraid.
I saw the op’ning gates of hell,

With endless pains and sorrows there,

Which none but they that feel can tell;

While I was hurried to despair.
In my distress I called my God,

When I could scarce believe him mine:

He bowed his ear to my complaint,

Then did his grace appear divine.
With speed he flew to my relief,

As on a cherub’s wing he rode;

Awful and bright as lightning shone

The face of my deliverer, God.
Temptations fled at his rebuke,

The blast of his almighty breath;

He sent salvation from on high,

And drew me from the deeps of death.
Great were my fears, my foes were great,

Much was their strength, and more their rage;

But Christ, my Lord, is conqueror still,

In all the wars that devils wage.
My song for ever shall record

That terrible, that joyful hour;

And give the glory to the Lord,

Due to his mercy and his power