It was dark, with dim light,
Which I remember as of a golden tinge
It was a peek of a moment, probably of future
Or a trailer of what can happen
But should I be predicting? No!
I shall only narrate.
There, was that same man who had made me dance
Now sitting alone, doing what I am unaware of,
His features were still, known to me
His dark shirt mixing with the twilight background.
Then, came a girl, her hair loosened
The right half of her face hidden behind those soft, luscious waves of black
Her bronze face and lips with an orange hue
Made her look alluring even with that innocence pasted on her face
She was wearing a dress, or a night dress, perhaps?
The only layer which could have protected her delicate body
A thin strap of blue clinging to her shoulders
And the end of the cloth tight around her thighs
Shyly, or with hesitation, she went,
And sat beside him.
And then, he looked at her— his eyes widened with surprise
And maybe expectation, maybe something which I cannot express in words,
But I know how it feels, to be beside the lover!
Dressed sensually, but still, far from its epiphany!
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I had a dream again! And those of you who are lost finding its meaning, you can go to Tandava and search for some clarity. But I prefer you all being lost.
I wrote this poem in a stretch, not stopping any second!❤❤❤
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Tandava And Lasya
PoetryThe first poem is the Winner of Yoga Mythology contest "The pang of separation, the loss of love... A peek at the story of Shiva and Sati from Hindu mythology through a poem." I decided to not end this book and continue it. The central theme is spi...
