Slinky.

Hey guys! Hope everyone is having a great week so far. I was quite bored recently and wrote this very short story.

The colour of her skin was a mix of grey and pain. Her eyes held liquid fear, or was it anger? She walked with a tired feline gait, as though wasted hope lay heavily on her hips. She was the palace slave but a divine dancer. She would dance at royal ceremonies, waist adorned with the finest of beads, shoulders hidden in high and heavy ornaments. Her dance steps were slow and beckoning. How could an essence so strange carry such elegance on its shoulders? The stride of her hips, the expression on her face, spoke words she could never utter. The stamp of her feet against the rain-bathed soil left prints feet manipulation. The smile on her face carried men on an unsatisfying journey. And once in a while, as she moved towards the crowd, a frenzy of vibrations taking over her hips and shoulders, pride would flash on her face.  She was well aware of the empire she had created in our minds. This empire where the slave transformed to the dictator.

Dance.

Hey guys! I wrote this poem about two years ago after watching a lot of So You Think You Can Dance episodes, lol. I love to dance and I hope you all can take some time out to dance today. In the meantime, enjoy this poem. :)

We dance for we lack the words to express our emotions.

We dance for our speech's capability fails us.

We dance for the stillness in our heart burns us, and we find no better escape.

We dance for it fills our heart with immeasurable dynamic joy.

Joy even we cannot explain.

We dance for it brings a certain light to our souls.

To our minds.

A light so bright it blinds us all.

We dance for the blindness is pleasant.

In it we explore the darkness.

Darkness tinted with grace.

We dance for it gives a fulfilled feeling nothing else can bring.

We dance for its the best we can expand our playfulness.

We dance for it lets us release our attitude.

We dance for it breaks the invisible shackles we have been caged in.

We dance for it lets us utilise our freedom.

Lets us taste this new flavor.

And only we have dominion in this new world we have created.

We dance for it lets us escape our clumsiness.

Allows us create an effortless poise.

So natural, it becomes real.

We dance for in it we find solace.

For in it we cannot be discriminated.

Not by our race, nor by our accent.

For in this world, we are part of the puzzle.

We dance for it lets us explore.

Lets us express.

Joy.

Love.

Anger.

Despair.

The ineffable emotions we cannot utter.

We pronounce in the language of dance.

For even illiteracy cannot hold us back.

We dance for it takes us beyond.

Beyond the ordinary.

Beyond what you see.

Beyond what you could ever imagine.

For dance supersedes just an art.

It is a spirit that takes over us as we move.

And the movement of our feet develops a new symphony in our hearts.