Dancing Lessons

In the quiet solitude of midnight,

Bare footsteps tread softly on rose petals.

She carried a bouquet of baby’s breath

To keep her fingers from trembling.


It was the twilight before winter began,

That started her first dancing lesson.

Like soft silk she stepped into his arms

As a crown of snowdrops feathered them.


Under the chandelier of moonlight and stars,

They swayed to the music of whispered laughs.

Her two left feet guided almost weightless

By the confident signals of his eyes and mouth.


Losing track of time as the moon traversed west,

They spoke of lifetimes and memories and silence.

Impending rays of dawn brought incomplete farewell

Of the rare kind when strangers in love bid goodbyes.

Some moments to cherish ūüôā



See that road… curving

Around the corner

Endless or a dead-end?

A fall or a steep climb?

Or simply meandering on…?

How will you know?

Only if you gather the courage

And take that first step to keep going.

No matter if the road is not taken

Or heavily beaten!

Pause to look at the sides Рmaybe

your surprise is lying packaged there.

Now, keep aside¬†your goal and aims…

The journey should make the destination worth it.

Captured on a long romantic walk Рthe weather was playing games. I stole a card. Brought to you on Day 2 of the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge nominated by Rob. 

My second¬†nominee is¬†Zee – a barrel of fun, laughter and love. The challenge is – “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the¬†challenge”


Photo: Navnit Sreekumar
Photo: Navnit Sreekumar

Strolling along the beach at midnight,

Lost in the solitude with melting sands,

Looking out towards an azure horizon

– still invisible.


Hands reaching around to clasp

The tremors of the wind; now inciting

To embrace¬†the warmth of another’s¬†arms

– still invisible.


Breathing in the sorcery of the night,

Heart beats to the pulse of a shy moon

Humming the silent songs for a beloved

– still invisible.


Eyes shine at the fireworks of the stars,

Igniting the rich plumage of a buoyant sky

Bridal shower awaiting the paramour

– still invisible.


Salt-kissed wisps of thoughts scintillating,

Stealing a wish from the floating lanterns.

Come whisk me beyond the galaxies you,

– still invisible!

A girl dreams. A woman hopes. For that love to sweep her off the feet into a spiral of ecstasy and euphoria. 

Nights like these link up very well with Open Link Night at dVerse ūüôā