The Soul"s Pulse

By Anvita Vaibhavi Tata

Body, in the stillness of time, 

A pulse resonates, the heart perpetrating its crime. Feet

touching earth soar through the air, 

In every uttered step, there lies a tale to tell. 

Grace in motion of being wild and free, 

A dance that whispers eternity. 

Arms like wings flaring, speeding wide,

Carrying dreams, through every walk of life. 

The floor, the canvas painted of sound

. In every movement, a truth is uncovered. Joy

and sorrow, wild and rare, 

A word was spoken through the dancer's flair. 

No word speaks, no need for naming,

Music of the soul remains spirit's flame. 

In the sweep of night, in the burgeoning of day,

Dance remains the undying language in sway.

By Anvita Vaibhavi Tata