The beat of drums, leads the thumping of my heart,
The clouds bursting against one another; awaken the heart with a start,
The flute pumps waves of melody seamlessly into the air,
Peacocks dance in the rhythmic rains, as love pours down, along with streams of care,
The strings of violins, invoke memories of love and sorrow,
The rivers gush over the rocks, telling stories of paths wide and narrow,
The clapping hands and tapping feet can tell a story of their own,
The wind swishing over leaves, speaks of wishes known and unknown,
The sound of each drop, jumping from a cloud, into the pond,
The humming breaths, in the silent nights where sleep twists its wand,
The slow moving sand beneath your feet,
The mild dance of dreams, over the soft tune, in which thoughts and emotions meet.
Eshani Sathe is a student, a Kathak dancer, a blogger and celebrates her passionate connect with life by writing endlessly, tirelessly.