Do Not Call Me Anymore

You already called me Million times. Do not call me anymore. You do not use words; Yet your call is loud, profound, Irresistible and overwhelming. I hear them in my dream I hear them in my wakefulness. O flower, o beautiful, I am so little, so helpless In waves of your relentless call; I cannot help But come to street you live in And twist in agony While watching you from distance. Do not call me. You already called so many calls Without even calling me once. Please, you don't have to call me again. The call, in sunshine of your smile Is blow of a horn. It wakes me up from dream. The call, in dance of your bosom Is sound of a thunderbolt. It pierces and paralyses my heart. The call, in sway of your hips Is explosion of an atomic bomb. It annihilates my existence. Please, do not call me anymore. I already live in between Your heart and soul, Your eyes and lips, Your waist and hips. So, why bother calling me again? If I am already dissolved within you Who do you call? Am I not there in your heart Dancing with your heartbeat? © Arun Maji