The sound keep melting in me
The sound of silence
The sound of conch
The sound of devotees
Dancing in circle
Till I was no longer me


I swirled with my hand outstretched
Like the old mystic's and Sufi's
Floated in the group
Went high and higher in thoughts
and then merged
In the overall consciousness
Of you and of me
In the Universe
That got small enough to be with in me
And the circle of dance.

She took me in her arms
and went away to the stars
A long silver thread followed
From the manifestations
Of Her
Which was still dancing down in the circular group
Singers still singing your songs


I woke up in the dew
That was hanging at the grass blade
Till sun knocked
With morning rays
And I woke in your love
Lying still among the chants.
________
@Shashi 2005
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya