Xpre$$!ons...
With a sound of her anklets
And a thumping heart beat
She walked towards that door
Undoing what everyone once told her.
Moving the curtains in one corner
She braved the sunlight
Letting the sun caress her face,
with utmost balminess.
Every time she tried to resist him,
her anklets played aloud.
And then rising onto the very tips of her toes,
She stepped into her own steps.
When her anarkali skirt swirled around,
at the throb of her ghungroo rising
the golden bells fell one by one.
But nothing stopped her.
She continued to transcend,
she was still enchanted.
The sun was setting behind her,
but she’d never stop.
Not for the sun.
Not for the moon.
Not until she’d stopped repeating,
not until she’d let him go!
