Love Poem – The Dance
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Rain…from azure skies,
Glows an early moon…through branches,
That fall and rise…
(The deeper they fall…the higher they rise)
Mirror the light in a whirlpool of convenience…
A will tampered by resistance.
This is the stage…the arena of all sentience.
Conferred with supremacy to engender what I wish will be…
(I am anonymous to me)
Aren’t you granted with the same powers?
We all are…
And then we dance to everyone’s tunes,
But ours…for what is ours but hope of being a part of what contains parts of our soul?
Aren’t we all parts of that same divine force…
Which splits us and unite and recreate the same dance in which we are manoeuvred…in many ways…
In accordance with the conflict…
Of the avaricious mind that wants thee,
And the pleading heart to set your soul free.
My hands, rise up to the tune…
My feet glide through the ground…
My ears can hear the sound of the universe shattering in this quiet body…dancing…the dance of all life…
The dance of all beyond life…
My eyes…see night and day…see sun and snow…
See war and peace…see creation from destruction…
All in a transient sparkle…illuminating each soul…near and far,
For none do differ…all collide at par.
I see everything…in nothing.
Icy, imprecise movement…I slowly gyrate…
To this dance fusing the variance of fate…
You…stand behind me…hold me…
Till my heart beats with yours…
Till I can hear you breathe,,,
Dancers of the cosmic dance…
(Fly away, yes…once the dance is over)
Our souls are but dancers…not the dance.
And if there might be a path ushering us to the end,
Let it come to vision all of we are yet to comprehend,
Dance with me…till I can set you free…
Partner in rhyme,
Under the divine light we shine,
For but one moment in time.
Eternal.
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By-Diya G
