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Dancing Under the Moonlight

Under the sweet smile of the crescent moon,
Twirling to the sound of whistling tunes,
Hair billowing in the gentle breeze that follows the blistering noon,
The sand flying as I disturb the Arabian dunes,

As I waltz, moon beams weave into my tresses and braids,
I am praised for my step by the quiet twinkle of the stars,
My prance continues till the midnight fades,
To express my soul, I don’t need notes and bars.

Geethika Simma

A kindred spirit with a dry wit and a sharp tongue. I have an unhealthy obsession with reading and writing. I also sing a bit and shuffle my feet to music which I’d like to think as dance. When I leave my hair out, I look like someone who enjoys sticking their fingers in the electrical socket.

This blog is an outlet for my scribbles, doodles, and occasionally a platform for my poetry and artwork. It could be a simple observation about life or a heated debate about the political atmosphere in India – any topic under the sun and galaxies beyond could serve as writing material for me.

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