He is visiting me again. In boarding school, He took my mother’s role Tidied my cupboard, Helped me make my bed And during Ramazan Made me feast on beef kebabs His name was my friend, Sabina Again in college He entered my House This time changing His clothes Appealing to my intellect, He made my heart His home Yet, I failed to recognize Him He called himself, Pervez At work He hounded me Becoming someone I could not resist Lubna. She sat before me asking me to write Poetry for her lover! " Tread softly, coz’ you tread on my dreams" I wrote In return, she held my hand and made me write the words I longed to speak - "La Ilaha Illallah, Mohammedur Rasoolullah" I searched for Him high and low Omar Khayyam, Rumi, Khalil Gibran Sufi Mysticism, dervish, Rabi’a He evaded me - Suddenly, He is visiting me again. This time a little remote Distant, cold, faraway Yet still a friend I won’t forget. In her, I know Him. I live Him in my heart Day and night, like a Silent Prayer at break of dawn I search Him inside And dance like a woman gone mad Whirling – I become the dance. I pick each sonnet of Ghalib in my hand My lips sing His Divine Song of Love Ecstasy!
