Just Follow the Beat :)

Here's to countless years of

Dancing with girlfriends in PJ's and Jumping to Mixing DJ's 

Jigging to Bollywood feats and Grooving to Angrejji skanky beats,

The Jhumka's and Thumka's, Then the Beat Boxing, and the Hiphop

Here's to pulling shy onlookers on the floor and dancing with them Nonstop

Practiced form or spontaneously driven, irrespective of any of that

Here's to craving and dancing on sudden whims at the drop of a hat

Whether the subtle twitching to music or the graceful twirls and prancing

Here's to over-the-counter- round-the-pole and going-down-under dancing ;)

The moments it has given us, of friendship, insane fun and romance

Here's to Dancing to just ANY music, All for the love of dance :)

People might judge. 

Competitors will compete. 

Onlookers may look for perfection

And Critics will  critique.

But the plain and simple truth is

I dance to find myself

Where I am my own muse

I dance to lose myself.

the venue is just an excuse :)

I don't aspire for perfection

I can be quite the klutz on fire ;D 

It's just another vertical expression

of my horizontal desires

Always and Forever

#PlayTheMusicAndIlDance

#ClosestThingtoMagic

The Trials and Tribulations of Miss-Understood and Logic

Logic, with your reach so flawed and limiting

Prodding and whispering in my brain

Threatening the desire's of the naive heart

With Reasoning so Circumstantial and Mundane.

Logic, sometimes you resemble a mystery

One which alludes me upon seeking

And when the heart ceases too question why

Your Unsolicited Stench rises, Stagnant and Reeking.

Logic.

The antithesis of Imagination. Along with his Cousins, Truth and Practicality. Popping up uninvited at the wrong times. And just like a Samsung Cell phone battery, MIA in the hour of need.

SO ANNOYING.

Just when I was giving up seeking logical answers as to why it ended the way it did.

Just when I was resorting to cocoon myself in the warm embrace of my ever-comforting imagination.

Just when I was starting to make peace with the fading questions and equally blurry answers.

BAM!

Logic, armed with the past, blew up in the face of my reality

And made it it's bitch.

Argh.