Dance of words

Life is full of rhythm and dance,

Know the electrons dance

inside atoms forming a circle,

The solar system,

girls in a group dance

moving around their radiant hero.

‘Thandava’ of the burning stars,

‘Lasya’ of the lily white Venus;

the whole universe is a school of dance.

Green leaves in breeze,

forest brooks in ripplets;

dance of nature in glee.

In sunshine

light kisses light;

under moonlight

shadow embraces shadow.

Their movements are rhythmic.

Flowers at dawn,

colours at dusk,

waves till late at night

dance until get exhausted

to fall asleep on their mother’s laps.

Hearts pulsate with measured beats;

throughts modulate to nature’s rhythm.

The brook

with the faltering steps of an infant,

the river

in the autumn’s idle flow

like the hesitant steps of a bride to her nuptial bed,

in summer

the thinned flow

like the pining spouse of an army-man,

in monsoon

in spate and bleeding red

like the fury of an outraged woman;

the flow

whether quiet or troubled

moves in dancing waves towards its destination;

like poetry

whose syllables

throb with sentiments

beam with meaning

dance with rhythm

to enter into a receptive mind.

(Image: Sculpture in Potsdam, Germany. Source: Wikimedia)