Wednesday, May 3, 2017

He danced, the destroyer Himself !
She, the destruction he bespoke of

Grace, bliss, the very music in motion
Insanity, rage, the fire that won't be quenched

He moved to the rhythm of the cosmos
To the beats of his companions

She danced to the wails that erupted
The screams echoing in the wilderness beyond

He was the stone chiselled to life
She, the flames that erupted beneath

He radiated infinity, agile and ageless
She reeked of death, slow and surpassing

They danced to the very end
Or was it the same spoke of wheel
Turning over and over again?
Who could tell?

- Akshay

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