Ubaidullah Pandit (عبيدالله پنڈت)

In the divine calendar of Love, Pinned high up the wall of hopes, I have marked the moment we met. Though we’re yet to meet in body, Separated by the terrains yet to be trodden, Do you remember when our spirits did? In the garb of mortals, all too mortal, Wrinkled to the heels, vying to be ironed, Do you remember when each other we wore? In the miserable prison of life, Confined in our Twoness, Do you remember breaking out to Oneness? In my earthly absence, Miles away from me, Do you remember the time of our union? In the divine calendar of Love, Pinned high up the wall of hopes, Just eye up the mark, the moment we met.

Yesterday, by the touch of nostalgic breezes, My love for you went travelling all the way to Dilli. Grooming self in the parlor of memory lanes, My love for you was a bride bound for Dilli. Passing through the ages of Zaina Kadal, Our moments along, my love for you left for Dilli. Stopping by the Bund just at the start, My love for you took a little of the Jhelum to Dilli. Waiting for the craved cry, all dressed up as if My love for you was just a mile away from Dilli. I, hoping for it to be there soon, waiting to hear, 'Your love for me made me feel home all of Dilli.' To Tanzeel Khan, Delhi