Ubaidullah Pandit (عبيدالله پنڈت)

The October Sun is on the horizon, About to shine pleasantly over the hills, Vales, on gold green and autumn fields. The rays stretch from Maisuma to Zabarwan To spray the colors of love over the waters of Dal. I again feel a little of Dilli here, craving for the aroma Of you, of the ship that sails the sea of our love. My feathers gladdened are ready to take me up, And fly over to you with some presents of kinship, With a packet of nostalgia and a smile of friendship. The October Sun is on the horizon Like the new Moon of the happiest of months To welcome the arrival of revelation. My love-tanned zeal for you is dancing high, Along being born over and again. To Tanzeel Khan On and for his forthcoming birthday. 

What matured lately! Tears welled up, pain bloomed, But Hope only in Silhouette. She though offered her palette, Ever pleasing to the eyes, I could paint love only in Silhouette. Her divine grace, veiled face, Ever to me sentence of death, I saw her not when she was in Silhouette. Breathe in me your love again, Cast your light onto hopeless shadows, I no more want to be in Silhouette. 

Back in the days I was dead, I had an affair with the Grave I was buried in. Much time did I spend in and with her. Out of the love we made she conceived trinity:  The life I would live, The promise of coming back to her someday, And keeping her in my  remembrance  day in, day out. (Christmas Eve- 24/12/15)

The first died and the last drowned.  The middle became insane.  Of all, I lingered, remained and expanded.  I reached the remotest of stars.  I preached to the wickedest of sinners.  I shone more than the Sun.  I burnt more than Hell.  I lit many a wet wick.  Many a sick I cured.

I am a part that long split from a whole. The whole that circulates to meet its start. I am the last that lost its past, And the past that searches for its present. I am and am in a pain That day in and day out gains weight. I am blue-turned-black ink That flows from the pen broken into twain. I am a case that awaits the trial In a courtroom of crooked jury. I still long to rise and vie for justice. I seek my start to complete my end. I look for splinters to gather them up, And present my last with the first and the past. (09-April-2016)