Haikus (The autumn)  – Naseer Ahmed Nasir

Dusk, chill, air of November
Wrapped in shawl of yellow leaves, 

Trees shiver with cold.

The sound of falling leaves, 

The solitude drenched in dew

Life is the autumn of the night.

In the fair of crazy weathers

Seeing the dance of pale leaves

Why does the air blow whistle? 

With a slight mischief of yours, 

You have stripped trees of leaves

O wind, how wanton you are! 

Stirring the air, 

The floating leaves

Go on and on clapping.

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!