Dance

The wind is soft on your hair but you don't feel its gentle push.You are too fast, swirling to loud music sung by someone famous, doesn't matter who's up on that stage....Their charisma reaches everyone through their notes.....The flashing light bulbs don't embarrass you, everybody around are dancing,aren't they?
And when everybody body is dancing, the soil flies high into the air spreading like a mist; giving the scene an ethereal look.You bend, you jump,you swoop,you shake,you rumble and you sway; as the tunes change so do your movements....Look into the eyes of the one dancing besides you, you would discover joy in its true form.Call upon this joy to yourself.Live this moment for yourself.The next moment, dance with others and share it.......Its special :)
Dance is freedom in its physical form, an opportunity to avenge social bondage !

Here's a poem :
To thee I bow, but not with my head low;
To thee I salute, while swirling to the lute;
Its divine to lose yourself to something cosmic, something beyond the realms of time;
What if you think you cannot dance, O ballerina you were born to swoop!
What if you think you cannot shake the world; shake yourself and the whole world quakes......