Ishaisms, Poetry

Dervish

I danced in the desert –
a dervish to your love,
devotee of our dreams;
suppliant hands above
surrendering
burdens that before
were juggled to and fro.
Twirling in thankfulness,
like a dazzling trinket
or fiery ruby,
finally at peace and in awe
of the miracles and wonders
you showed me…
How you taught me,
that darling,
this wheel keeps on turning;
cycles complete their cycling;
life goes on, my dearest,
a devotee of dreams and desires
dancing –
as the dervish goes on twirling,
loving, hoping, dreaming,
praying, living, breathing,
sometimes crying,
yet celebrating – this life,
unceasing!

© Isha Garg

Missing my dear reader and sending hugs and love! x

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