When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weak
I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
Sway me, take me
Thrill me, hold me
Bend me, ease me
You have a way with me
Two souls, bleeding from the wounds of love, wounded by their hatred of each other, and, bound by the shackles of a hitherto onerous relationship, looking for a salve, seeking solace where they least expected to find it....
A hesitant Sid and an anxious Ridhima held together by an inexplicable thread spun of hope - tentative steps walking away from the ashes of their hatred, the timid hand stretched to catch a piece of sunshine, a fervent desire to hold on to a ray of hope, , an unspoken and inexplicable yearning!
A desire , a craving, a wish and a pine, a pain and a hope, a want, an anticipation and a disappointment, an excitement and a trepidation, a thrill and a fear, an exhilaration and a restraint, an impatience and a resignation, a desire evocative yet silent, felt yet not understood...
Much as I loved Armaan and Ridhima together, tonight Siddhanth and Ridhima were magic....
Edited by DMGFan-2b-not2b - 15 years ago