Let me be the song

playing on your lips

sing me to your fill

softly as you will.

Let the notes rise

as high as the skies

and dip so low

to the oceans below.

Twirling and curling

twisting and turning

make melody flow

now fast now slow

As the drums in my heart

in rhythm to yours beat

with your lips beloved mine

make me music divine.

-Shail Mohan (Dec 2007)

Reposted from shail-mohan blogs @ sulekha.com