The greens and blues of my painted Saree,
Swirl and twirl to the rhythm of my heart,
I whirl and whirl,
My Saree in whorls,
The music- a river,
Me - the foam,
Smooth and supple,
The rhythm pours out,
I swivel and bend and leap and spring,
I dance to a song
Of eternal love
I spin- a top
To this music of life,
Greens and blues mingle and emerge,
My vicinity in blurry submerge,
I gasp and soar,
And my heart, I pour,
As the melody unfurls,
In this dance of life,
Blurred with strife,
Painful as a knife,
I soar above,
Like a graceful dove,
And plummet down,
My Saree catches,
My dainty foot slips,
My body unhinged,
And so I prepare,
To kiss the ground,
And brace myself,
For a fall approaching,
A fall of failure,
A fall for fate,
For a fall that never came,
For I was caught,
By a blue black hand,
Feathers of peacock danced around,
I dare not look up,
At my savior,
But one thing, I knew,
As certain as love,
I would search for Him,
My life throughout,
For I needed Him,
So that the dance of my life,
Could one day become Maharaas,
Somehow....
Somewhere....
In between....
And some more....
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Searching- A saga ✔
ПоэзияMany things that I've realized about this life... Many things that I've realized about myself... Many more about the society I live in... Much more about the world in general... But... Mainly about my world in particular... My world... FOR ONCE, NO...