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Shweta Suman

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I miss the old me, with dreams so bright, Eyes aglow and wings for flight. I miss the old me, with a smile so pure, Candid and undefiled, of that I'm sure. I miss the old me, when my heart was free, Unruled by logic, wild with glee. I miss the old me, when decisions were mine, When triumphs felt like clouds divine. I miss the old me, with eyes that gleamed, Ingenious and bold, unshadowed by fear. I lost the old me in life's shifting game, Now captured in a photo frame. ©Shweta Suman #old me

I miss the old me, with dreams so bright, Eyes aglow and wings for flight. I miss the old me, with a smile so pure, Candid and undefiled, of that I'm sure. I miss the old me, when my heart was free, Unruled by logic, wild with glee. I miss the old me, when decisions were mine, When triumphs felt like clouds divine. I miss the old me, with eyes that gleamed, Ingenious and bold, unshadowed by fear. I lost the old me in life's shifting game, Now captured in a photo frame. ©Shweta Suman #old me

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In twilight's soft and tender glow,   Where melodies of Taylor flow,   A dance begins, both fierce and sweet,   With rhythms set by nimble feet. Swift's tunes weave tales of love and lore,   Of hearts that ache and yearn for more,   Yet in this realm, a twist appears,   With anklets' chime, the dance endears. Ghungroos ring in joyous flight,   Each step a burst of pure delight,   Hands that speak in silent grace,   Eyes that trace each shifting space. From "Love Story" to "Shake It Off,"   Her lyrics blend with classic scoff,   A fusion rich in timeless art,   Where East and West entwine the heart. A Bharatanatyam's poised spin,   With tales of yore it does begin,   Yet as "Blank Space" begins to play,   The dance transforms, a new ballet. Odissi’s curves with "Wildest Dreams,"   Kathak’s turns in moonlit beams,   Each gesture sings a story, grand,   A tapestry both planned and unplanned. In this dance of cultures crossed,   No beat is skipped, no tale is lost,   For in each movement, we reclaim,   The joy of dance, the music’s flame. So let the rhythms intertwine,   With Taylor's voice, so pure, divine,   And Indian classical's rich beat,   A harmony where worlds do meet. ©twisha ray Dancing Through Melodies #trnojo56 #taylorswift #MusicalMemories

In twilight's soft and tender glow,   Where melodies of Taylor flow,   A dance begins, both fierce and sweet,   With rhythms set by nimble feet. Swift's tunes weave tales of love and lore,   Of hearts that ache and yearn for more,   Yet in this realm, a twist appears,   With anklets' chime, the dance endears. Ghungroos ring in joyous flight,   Each step a burst of pure delight,   Hands that speak in silent grace,   Eyes that trace each shifting space. From "Love Story" to "Shake It Off,"   Her lyrics blend with classic scoff,   A fusion rich in timeless art,   Where East and West entwine the heart. A Bharatanatyam's poised spin,   With tales of yore it does begin,   Yet as "Blank Space" begins to play,   The dance transforms, a new ballet. Odissi’s curves with "Wildest Dreams,"   Kathak’s turns in moonlit beams,   Each gesture sings a story, grand,   A tapestry both planned and unplanned. In this dance of cultures crossed,   No beat is skipped, no tale is lost,   For in each movement, we reclaim,   The joy of dance, the music’s flame. So let the rhythms intertwine,   With Taylor's voice, so pure, divine,   And Indian classical's rich beat,   A harmony where worlds do meet. ©twisha ray Dancing Through Melodies #trnojo56 #taylorswift #MusicalMemories