When you dance,
the heart of the universe
goes out of control
constellations forget their choreography,
...
I drink the wine of love
From the tender curve of your neck,
A chalice carved by divine hands,
Each sip a universe of passion.
...
I was born in the Swat Valley of Pakistan, and poetry is my beloved.)
When You Dance
When you dance,
the heart of the universe
goes out of control
constellations forget their choreography,
and comets pause mid-flight
to watch you spin.
The moon loses count of its tides,
and time skips a breath,
as your feet sketch galaxies
into the silence of the night.
Each gesture
a prayer of motion,
each twirl
a whispered spell,
pulling the cosmos
into the orbit of your soul.
When you dance
the universe doesn't just watch...
it listens.