Welcome to my world of dreams where imagination and reality, fancy and truth, laughter and tears move hand in hand. I will let you have a glimpse at the share of my own sky, sometimes sunshine bright, and sometimes with rainstorm. I will take you to memories that are like a serene glow of moonlight, a whisper of mountain breeze, and a rushing gushing brook.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Dance ..
A pirouette,
swirling and swishing,
cutting the wind,
anchored in the center,
twisting and twirling along
the rhythm of life;
taming the challenges of time,
winning every battle,
confronting and balancing through doubts and dilemmas,
weaving harmony with melody,
an epitome of power,
an affirmation of strength,
the spirit of joy and optimism;
a pirouette,
an essence of feminism!
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2 comments:
The mark of a good poem is when the words come across as playful , assertive yet subtle . This one is precisely that..like the dancers feather light movements !! Liked the style.Also as a reader, the reading was efortless , the flow was spontenous . Kudos madame !!
Bhask, thanx for all your encouragement :)
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