In twilight's soft and tender glow,
Where melodies of Taylor flow,
A dance begins, both fierce and sweet,
With rhythms set by nimble feet.
Swift's tunes weave tales of love and lore,
Of hearts that ache and yearn for more,
Yet in this realm, a twist appears,
With anklets' chime, the dance endears.
Ghungroos ring in joyous flight,
Each step a burst of pure delight,
Hands that speak in silent grace,
Eyes that trace each shifting space.
From "Love Story" to "Shake It Off,"
Her lyrics blend with classic scoff,
A fusion rich in timeless art,
Where East and West entwine the heart.
A Bharatanatyam's poised spin,
With tales of yore it does begin,
Yet as "Blank Space" begins to play,
The dance transforms, a new ballet.
Odissi’s curves with "Wildest Dreams,"
Kathak’s turns in moonlit beams,
Each gesture sings a story, grand,
A tapestry both planned and unplanned.
In this dance of cultures crossed,
No beat is skipped, no tale is lost,
For in each movement, we reclaim,
The joy of dance, the music’s flame.
So let the rhythms intertwine,
With Taylor's voice, so pure, divine,
And Indian classical's rich beat,
A harmony where worlds do meet.
©twisha ray
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