Cosmic Dance Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

Nataraja,
The lord of fierce cosmic dance
In all consuming celestial rhythms
Of infinite and nought,
Of life and death,
Sprouts from the shell of void
With the profound deep bang of Om
In suppressed implosion
That throws endless bright flames
All over the ceaseless space
In impossible speed.

Motions in rhythms,
Rhythms in deafening Om
Cradle new forms,
Cradle new lives,
All along the fierce dance;
Cold and dark heaven,
The celestial stage,
Rocks in warmth of blinding light
With rhythmic fireballs
In run to infinite horizons.

Stillness stirs,
Silence whispers,
Void occupies
With extending cosmic dance;
Death comes to life, life, to death,
A complex cycle catches all;
Dark heaven illumes,
Life warms up
And the cosmos, like the newmoon sky,
Sparkles with myriad bright specks.
It is fierce spasms of heavenly bodies,
It is cosmic force in celestial dance.

Wild flames of wrath
Bums elements to fluid motion
To deafening bangs
In gracious symmetry
That springs new worlds
Of breathing life and subtle mind
From the restless feet
Of immortal nataraja
In destructive dance,
That engulfs evils
In creative dance,
That evolves new order;
Each gesture is a passion,
Each motion, an emotion,
Each vibration, a divine song
In the furious exposition.

The restless dance goes on and on
Till finite force fills infinite horizon,
Till the booming bang of the lifeful Om
Reaches back its creative womb.