Poetry

1. DANCE – PART 2
Dance. And you’ll uninhibitedly release even the most infinitesimal iota of mercilessly
trapped frustration; disdainfully entrapped in your bones.
Dance. And you’ll metamorphose every droplet of your brutally estranged sweat; into
a paradise of intriguingly unparalleled and triumphant newness.
Dance. And you’ll feel like the most pricelessly blessed artist on this fathomless
Universe; efficaciously expressing even the most obsoletely defecating of your
emotions; like the blazingly unfettered Sunlight.
Dance. And you’ll feel an unsurpassably overwhelming urge to lead a countless more
lives; as if every of your inadvertently committed sin is forever erased into the wisps
of worthlessly wanton nothingness.
Dance. And you’ll feel the innermost dormitories of your soul profoundly blending
with every ounce of the celestial atmosphere; galloping as God’s most endowed
organism alive.
Dance. And you’ll feel the inferno of unconquerable desire tower to the most
ultimate crescendo in your crimson blood; with every pristinely untamed pore
of your skin insatiably yearning to be timelessly kissed.
Dance. And you’ll feel that the tantalizing mists of infinite infinity were invincibly
captured in your magical palms; with every bone in your gallantly bountiful persona
rhythmically swaying to the beats of the divine.
Dance. And you’ll feel that there was no bath ever which was better than the bath of
mesmerizing golden sweat; as it resplendently trickled like the most sensuously
blessing waterfall over every patch of your fantastically glistening and naked skin.
Dance. And you’ll feel that exhaustion never ever existed on the trajectory of this
boundless earth; with even the most ethereal trace of disease forever transforming
into the heaven of unprecedented excitement.
Dance. And you’ll want every second to consist of a countless more seconds;
every pathway of ebulliently rhapsodic life to be endlessly eternal till the time planet
earth holistically survived.
Dance. And you’ll feel that even the most deliriously robotic structure around you
was silken fluffs of enamoring candy; inevitably culminating into a limitless forest of
desire in every cranny of your impoverished caricature.

2. Dance. And you’ll feel an inimitable fountain of heart-rendering empathy arise in the
whites of your eyes; putting even the most disastrously frazzled dormitory of your
brain to a perpetually glorifying rest.
Dance. And you’ll learn to fly without wings even in the most fathomlessly unlimited
of sky; indefatigably adventuring and proliferating into astounding newness; even as
the entire earth around you brutally fought and died.
Dance. And you’ll feel even the most treacherously obstinate of impediments beneath
your feet convert into the oceans of unbridled prosperity; victoriously enveloping
every of your nerve with undefeatable rhapsody.
Dance. And you’ll feel like a freshly adorned bride; inexhaustibly tossing and turning
on the bedsheets of Immortal friendship; waiting for the prince of her life to kiss her
to an infinite billion lives.
Dance. And you’ll feel as if you were the ultimate messiah of humanity; enlightening
boundless orphans and deprived; with the miraculously subliming optimism in your
vividly gleeful stride.
Dance. And you’ll discover the most fragrantly invincible meaning of life;
symbiotically coalesce every element of your majestic form with the insuperably
panoramic cradle of Mother Nature.
Dance. And you’ll feel as if your heart was the most pricelessly infallible creation on
this gregariously impregnable Universe; with each of its Immortal beats forever
bonding with the Omnipresent light of the Creator Divine.
Dance. And you’ll feel as if the chapter of victoriously Omniscient life could never
ever end; and with every joyously unhindered leap that you took into the atmosphere
you were reborn again and again and again; for an infinite more lives and lifetimes.