आसमान में बैठा एक काला मेघा,
ऊस मेघ में है किसीका दिल अटका,
दिल की आज़ादी है बरखा।

अधूरी रात,
कहा गई वह बरसात?
पूरी परछाई ।

खूबसूरत अँधेरा,
कभ देखोगे सवेरा?
कभ होनेवाली है वर्षा?
बीथ्गाया एक लम्हा।

कभ आनेवाले है रंगीन फूल?
कभ सुनोगे प्यारी धुन?
वह गगन की खुशबू।

अधूरी कथा पूरी करो,
पूरी कविता लिखो,
तुम जीकेही मरो।

PICTURE FROM THE NET- ( chidi.com )

That dance...

The heat of her skin,
that intense heartbeat within him,
their body coordinating with the rhythm,
the passion.

They could throw each other a glace,
they danced,
she made the first advance.


She wore a red dress,
elegant red stilettos,
he wore his black suit,
black shoes,
they danced the whole night,
they didn't stop,
they didn't rest.

The world vanished to them,
they didn't want to impress,
they were reading each others mind,
they connected,
they didn't to guess.

The music reached its most soulful pitch,
they were bewitched.

They were dancing on a cloud,
the floor was like honey,
the music was so beautiful and loud,
they weren't doing this for the money.

The sweat,
the increased flow of blood,
the messages to their body from their brain,
their feet had swollen,
but they couldn't stop dancing,
their dance made them physically numb,
they couldn't feel the pain.

It was passionate, soulful and erotic,
their dance was so beautiful,
so artistic.

Their dance would be lived forever,
they made an endeavour,
an endeavour for their dance to last long,
their dance would be never ending,
they're still dancing,
their steps are blending,
that dance,
that magnificent dance,
that dance went on forever,
today they're dancing with the moon and stars.

Picture from the net -

www.leannelainefineart.com/galleries/product....