I, for you

I throb

Drenching in veneration

Like skin on drum

Beats that play for you

 

I dance

Drowning in love

Like melody from His flute

Tears enough to bathe you

 

I cry

Burning in passion

Like an ant in wilderness

Yearning to merge with you

 

I laugh

Soaking in ecstasy

Like sugar in warm milk

I become, to serve you

 

Amla

Fingers sway on earthen pot

Rhythm from nothingness

Empty spine of a flute

Whistling bliss

Luring me into a brilliance

Could anyone touch me?

Like fingers on that clay?

Could anything soften me?

Except the flute he’d play?

Like dawn beads on grass

Effortless strings of Veena visit

The company of flute

To appease my ears’ thirst

Mischievous energy

Cheerfully tease me

I sanction its spirit

To indulge me

In trance, head sways

Eyes shut from the Earth

Smile carved by lips

Peace exposes its worth

Drenched cheeks

Beats weaken

To the groaning fan

My ears reluctantly open