ना जाने क्या मज़ा है
Dance Floor की रंग बिरंगी जलती -बुझती लायटो में
लोग एक लय में थिरकने लगे
खुद में मस्त हो कुछ बहकने लगे
DJ ने किया म्यूज़िक लाउड
हॉल मे अपने आप बढ़ गया क्राउड
कुछ दीवाने अपने हर move पे हो रहे थे proud
तो कुछ यूँ ही झूमते थे, जैसे आसमान मे mad cloud
जहा सब नाचने में है खोए
वही कुछ चेयर पे बैठे करते अपने head को Shake
इसमे किसी की कोई नही Mistake
ये है Dance Floor
ये नही करता किसी को bore
Essentially the divinity of music translates into rhythm and this rhythm translates into laya or timing of the rhythm. Lord shiva kept the laya by moving his body to the tandav( laya) and that transcended into the form of dance. The present generation has added intoxication to the whole scenario thereby feeling a sense of liberation which unfortunately is short lived. Meaning till such time the intixication lasts. But your observation of the madness attributed to the dance floor is quite keen and that reflects a person who has a very deep understanding of life. You have a latent talent of understanding the different forms of expression and that is very commendable. Congratulations and keep up the awesome writing. It's truly refreshing especially for an avid reader like me. ��
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