A poet, fiction writer, critic and a translator AR Dad is known as the proponent of modern views in Balochi literature. He has the credit to introduce Balochi literature to a wave of modern theories like, structuralism, post-structuralism surrealism, and existentialism and off course the controversial post modernism. He has also excessively translated the works of TS Elliot, Charles Baudelaire, Ezra Pound, Octavio Paz and Carlos Fuentes to say a few here. In both fiction and poetry he articulates himself with such ease that either faculty seems like his forte. Vagueness and abstruseness are the hallmark of his craft. The world he constructs in his poetry appears to be surreal, mysterious and tinged with fantasy. At times it appears like an offshoot of the French surreal poetry of the nineteenth century. Through his surreal thoughts and imaginations he has undoubtedly opened new vistas in modern Balochi literature, especially in the post Atta Shad period.+ Dad’s thought and his works have openned new vistas in modern Balochi literature in the post-Atta Shad period So far he has to his credit two collections of poetry. They are Tahàrage Wahda (At the Time of Dusk) and Jungalé Idá Bútté? (I Wish Here Were A Jungle). Translated poems are taken from his first collection Tahárage Wahda published by the Balochistan Academy, Turbat in 2010. Let There Be a Night or a Day Forever Crouched in a shade, mute and silent I’m unconcerned with the daybreak Unaware with the moonrise I don’t know if there falls a night For me all seasons look the same Whether it’s day or night Dark or moonlight Unconcerned I’m with all these absurdities of life O, God! Now give a new shape to this universe Either let there be a night forever Or a day with no end Countless roads and trails and the only life! The goblet of time is about to spill over its wine In my thoughts and reflections A day breaks A night falls And rises a moon O God! Let me come out of this spell Either let there be a night forever Or a day with no end! The Ocean of Sky In the ocean of the sky Reflects the azure mirror of water Ignorant like children We look up in the sky As if it’s a kite Broken away from its string God, a dwarf and haggard man Cannot see my eyes I’ll come Riding the horse of my dreams And you will never imagine How I pluck the flowers of kisses My heart is black Like a wooden plank But It still looks beautiful In the hands of a child! Do You Remember? Do you remember? How we uprooted the thirst And dropped it stealthily, Like a child Born out of wedlock At a door next to ours. In our dreams All night long How wildly Sky chased us Like a famished horse Every morning We held the world Under our arms And took the road Down to school Don’t you remember? The writer is a lecturer at the Government Atta Shad Degree College and can be reached at fazalbaloch144@gmail.com Published in Daily Times, August 22nd 2017.