Ubaidullah Pandit (عبيدالله پنڈت)

Enough of sober dialing from house of the ill, I’ll drunk-dial from Ka’bah to God’s busy line. He’s been lately moving on to greater stations, Spots one every day. That I heard. I've drunk dialed before to my lover's mother, Alas! That day her father picked up. 'Hello, who's this?', his tone made my ears bleed.' 'I am from a street booth, checking on and out your line.' I'll be a little more discreet when dialing God's line; Though it's busy more often than not, I'll keep pressing the keys zero to nine, Dawn to dusk, round the clock, from Jan to Dec.

Lift her bridal veil and reach out to her bosom. If she yields, love and take her to the ocean of eternity And bathe her till the ocean dries up. Take her ashore only to wait for the ocean to fill again. Remain nude until the ocean calls you back, Then jump into the deep waters to cover your bodies. Enliven the aquatic life with your love And make it the envy of every single drop That helps complete the deep. Make the oceanic souls compose a song And make them sing in unison with the waves of water. Bless the winds above with your breath. Hand in hand take a walk deep down the oyster beds. Leave your fragrance there for the pearls to bloom. (02-June-2016)