Dancing in the streets ….
This is something, I know that it’s not me…..it’s your presence and those sounds of your love on my way….ringing in my ears since many years since I was born and I happened to be perfect enough to welcome you ….
I should say thanks to universe that has made my heart capable of becoming the home of such a place capable of holding this godly love…
Oh my master I’m your puppet …holds my cords and make me dance in the streets
I was wondering if you will ask me to dance in the streets….can I refuse you….my lord….
One can only dance in streets either in love or earning his bread through it
Even I get merged into the soil and bloom as a flower in your garden
I want to become a skeleton standing bowed outside your street
Even my body burnt away like wax of the candle
Even I remain like a soul …swirling around you
I’m melted like the wine …I want to burn like the fire of forest …I’m lighter like the feathers of a sparrow…