When I asked you what came first?
Music or Dance?
You argued it all started with a heartbeat,
I argued it all started with the sway
of the leaf in the wind.

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Feel the wind,
and
let it all go.
With a new day,
get ready to dance
in the snow.

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Dear Love,
why are you sitting there
quietly, and waiting
for the storm to pass?

Come on,
Hold my hand.
Let's dance in the Rain.

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Her feet that moved rhythmically
with the music,
Her divine expressions that's
serene,
Her soul and body that flaunted
flawlessly,
That aggression with a smile which
takes everyone's mind,
That vulnerability in the motion
of her hands,
That jingles of her ankle bells that
add more beauty to the
melody,
That raw passion in her eyes that's
really invincible,
Someone said true once that
dancers don't need any wings to
fly high...!!!

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.....and suddenly,
he started to spot her
in every romantic song,
dancing and singing for him...

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Let your tongue dance over
my warm, naked skin.
Scorch my lips
make us
one.

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Nine colours of prism
Nine days of different shades
Nine days of celebration of the feminine
Nine days of acknowledging
the fierce and the soft
Nine days we dance and sing
The glory of all that is woman
Let's not forget it for the rest of the year
And live the navratri through
Every action and in every moment.

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She stumbled upon her own shadow
and fell into an empty hollow,
She awaited for a hand to rescue
and closed her eyes in disguise,
Her heartbeats became too loud
to be heard,
She woven a tune of her own beats
in her head and danced along with
the rhythm to drive her fear away,
Everything else paused around except
her body and her soul,
Glowing, moving, swirling, twisting
and twirling,
She opened her eyes and found a
huge crowd applauding,
Her fear vanished and eyes glittered,
And this time she took a pause and
the world resumed to take her fear
out and drive her darkness
away...!!!

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