let's dance on fate's might!

Though the cruelty , the fate allocated
Let's be certain as it had to be fated
Despite the diverse colors he showed
And in spite of the demise ardors he owed

Let's mend the wreckage offered by this fall
The storm is over you and I are still standing tall
Let's re-write the hymns, by what once he abide
Hymns of our longings which we couldn't hide

Let's wander our darkened way
Let's try to catch a glimpse of a shining day
Let the beat flow through the lap of night
Let's keep on dancing on fate's might!
~vairagya

A triolet
     's a pirouette
In a ballet
A triolet
(Or should I say
     A triolette?)
A triolet
     's a pirouette.

Dancing like
Spinning is
Basically
What dancing is
Touching more than
Either of us touches
Dizzy now
Falling and
Catching ourselves
In a moment
And you get
Into them
I want to
Share in your
Joy -
Don't change the song, not yet
I just got into it
Once we can breathe again
We will be over it

"You're a half step
behind", she said.
"You don't have to
chase the beat..
Just let rhythm oil those
bones", she laughed,
"and flow to
your two left feet..
It's nothing you have
to try to do.
We're all born to dance.
But some are just
too self-aware and won't
give themselves a chance.."

She smiled and put
her hand in mine and
it calmed my busy brain
And the whole night
we spent cheek to cheek,
dancing in the pouring rain.

The night is over,

I still dance in the café --


on the shards of glass.