Can you hear the music of the past?
Its singing in a low voice.
Can you feel its rhythm inside your heart?
Our past, still flawless in its old shape.
As your finger lingers on my shoulder,
They are provoking the old flames.
O Lover! Do not rouse my fear!
Nervousness is spreading like disease in my numb veins.
Like a singer's sensual tone,
Your whispers arouse me.
As your lips play with my warm cheekbone,
My body seek you more but secretly.
You know the sacred way to my heart, certainly have the secret key.
This time don't fail us, come and reach me.
©Gargi Ghosh
13.5.2015
