Dance

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So you think you can dance?
Shake a leg, shake a booty
Show me the moves that lift
Or maybe charm me with the angles.

Dance in a way you uplift yourself
Or even better, feel the rains
Feel the sky cherishing all your gain
But dance, and laugh, and live

Share the stage, maybe with your partner
Or that love that sneaks in during practice
Yes, yes I see your blush, in the corner,
Comeon, you can do better, drench again.

Feel the sensation of love, on that petite body
Feel the warmth, feel the embrace, or maybe a touch
Feel his eyes, feel his care, feel your story
But smile and dance, for you live just once.

Written as part of OctPoWriMo Writing Prompt Day 24: “Reality” Check and Guilty Pleasures

Dance of Passion

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Obsession, desire, lust,
I know not, what are you,
Enveloped in magnificence
I see your aura all around.

Your laughter trickles my inside,
Your touch make me go stoned,
You are what I love to possess,
This entrapment stays, till you afar.

Enraptured by those piercing eyes,
Thoughts revolved around your nearness,
Distances don’t dissolve so soon yet,
But I still live in dreams, alone.

You are my newest fascination off late,
For you hold charming keys of attention,
Your company tickles me into hopes,
Yet, I wonder why exist this wanting.

A dance of passion, I seek with you,
When the body melts, with heat of love,
I will succumb to all that I hold inside,
To be yours, even if for mini seconds.

Then I awake to the reality you live in,
Fearful of the disruption this all brings,
You take a step, I ran nearer before,
But I wonder, maybe step back is my fate.

Longings, to possess, keep me going,
The distance, created much more fantasies,
I seek to be enveloped in the turmoil you are,
And maybe just once, have a fire ballet with you.

Written as part of OctPoWriMo Writing Prompt Day 12:The Art of Obsessions

Love is Like this…

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Lying alone in a dark corner
I often wonder what is amiss
You often said bliss is me
And I said, love is like this.

Memories are often wrapped up
And some of them not worth it
I close my eyes to feel some rains
Petrichor tells me, love is like this.

To escape the loneliness around
I often brew some coffee in a jar
Baking some cake to have a round
Chocolate tells me, love is like this.

Tears are my beloved when I lose
Courage to go on is what I miss
Then some rhythm plays to my ears
Music tells me , love is like this.

My feet have often moved at its discretion
Hearing what my heart feel was its tune
Even in trauma, it could get lost alone
Dance tells me, love is like this

Sky often smiles when I have a dream
Sun plays a game with the clouds
Orchids bloom, as moon play games
Nature tells me, love is like this.

Eyes still dream what I cannot see
Fables in my mind weave it as reality
I scribble it all on a blank sheet
Writing tells me, love is like this

I remember the tiny being that I first saw
I remember the first embrace, and the first word
I smile the most even today when you call me
Nephew tells me, love is like this

I cry when the world just seems insane
Lost I am in work I do most often
Then an embrace just listen and say nothing
Mother tells me, love is like this.

In my weak times I often just blabber to you
You listen patiently, and then make a joke
I laughingly cry in moments like this
Best friend tells me, love is like this.

I sleep everyday to be woken beside you
That morning kiss and sweet nothing I see
I wonder of rains which shower these blessings
Then love tells me, love is believing like this.

Written for the OctPoWriMo writing prompt Day 8: Love is Like…

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