Searching- A saga ✔

3- Caught

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....