Whispers Of The Heart

The Dancer

In the intricate weave of rhythm and space,
Where ghunghroos sing, and movements embrace,
A labyrinth of beats, complex, profound,
Magnetic whispers of dance resound.
Tapping into the essence, the core, the source,
Harnessing a power, both gentle and force.

Within this realm, femininity takes flight,
Amidst the shadows, it finds its light.
Surrounded by the masculine, not as a foe,
But as pillars, on which the grace of the feminine can grow.
Together, they dance, an entwined fate,
In every step, balance they create.

Her fearlessness, a spectacle, a mesmerizing sight,
With just a ghunghroo and a rope, she ignites
The cosmos anew, in her audacious climb,
Defying gravity, transcending time.
She embodies the dance, fearless and free,
A conduit of energy, for all to see.

Masculine energies, in reverence, stand,
Supporting, uplifting, hand in hand.
In this dance, a cosmic play unfolds,
A story of strength and grace, it holds.
For in her dance, a universe is spun,
Where femininity and masculinity, in harmony, become one.

Yet in our world, these forces we partition,
Crafting boundaries with stark precision.
But the true wisdom, ancient and arcane,
Urges us to search within, our inner cosmos to reclaim.
For within us, these energies softly dance,
In every heartbeat, in every glance.

Let them merge, let them sing,
In their union, our spirits take wing.
For within the cadence of a Kathak beat,
Where the earth meets sky, where two worlds greet,
Lies the secret, profound and sweet,
In each "Tatkaar," in every "Tihai" we meet.

Embrace the dance, let no rhythm retreat,
In this harmony, our souls complete.
For as the ghunghroos cease their final note,
In their silence, a deeper melody we denote.
Thus, within us all, these forces blend,
In the dance of life, until the very end.