Do you remember Jaana when I told you that
love belongs to the true believer! When I said this,
I meant love make impossible achievable. But how
ill-fated am I! You couldn’t trace the signs of my sighs.
Before leaving you said, ‘Be a servant and you
will be free for eternity. But you forgot to mention,
‘servant of whom?’. Since then I have been looking
for a master- trampling deserted like a madman.
Should I wait for Sheerin or look for Laila or
annihilate in the path of Shams? I’m confused.
The essence of this path is not bound to any place.
I don’t see any sign or address or letter you have
left for me. Should I wait for angels to open
my chest with a revelation?
I have become a stranger in my world. I could
no more feel the spirit but the flesh and the
scattered limbs. The baffled powerless voice
is stuck in my throat- choking life out of me.
Jaana I still remember the resurrection of flowers that
we had planted in the barren soil- the scent and the
Jhelum’s lullaby. I know our yesterdays are drowned in
death- the perpetual sorrow awaits at the door pane but
the fallen pages of our calendar are still full of fragrance.