You muddle amidst murals
A promise and a prophesy in each hand
Dancing on mirrors of frozen summer
You forget where your story began
Straining through the ebbs you fall
Grasping a fleeting embrace
The past is peeling off the walls
The heart is etched on your face-Nausher

I had this thought / that all the pages I have turned / that all the pages that turned me/ will still be here long after the flood/ that other hands and other hearts will feel the words I felt/ and the pages now ashes will linger on in their blood-Nausher

walking down your old hunting ground
you come across all the people you used to be
you find the self you lost and the selves you found
the ghosts of you mirrored in eternity -Nausher

There is no heaven and there is no hell
An ear to the ground and an eye on the hill
Building our memories on shifting sand
We look back to see an arid land
Waiting for the train we lie awake in bed
Dreaming of the dreams to bring back the dead- Nausher