He: I know you like the back of my hand.
She: That is not a statement on how well you know me. That's proof of how little you know about the back of your hand.
#Roasted.
This is a random personal blog - covering everything from poetry to politics. Views presented are strictly my own.
He: I know you like the back of my hand.
She: That is not a statement on how well you know me. That's proof of how little you know about the back of your hand.
#Roasted.
What do I wish for thee?
A little love, a little envy
A little sorrow, enough joy.
Someone to live for
An ideal to die for
This, I wish for thee.
A home to call your own
A heart that beats for ye
Warm bread on the plate
And a view that suits the eye.
This, I wish for thee.
Farsightedness to see
life's ephemerality
Yet to know the joy
brought by a butterfly
This, I wish for thee.
What do I wish for thee,
All eternity.
The Nataraja roopa of Shiva is considered Rudra... the angry one, and is therefore not worshipped in the homes.
But the Shiva who dances is not angry. Shiva loves dance. Shiva is mridul (soft) in dance.
Shiva loves to dance. Loves the soft rhythm and the flow.
The Nataraja roopa mudra is angry, but it is not representative of the relationship between Shiva and dance. In it, as the name goes, he is the king of dancers, but not one in tune with his own inner flow. For in that, there is no raja, only vileena. (Vileen - to merge into something)