Tap of feet shimmering in my ears,
Eyebrow raised, ivory neck adheres
To Sitar stirring notes of dupatta flowing,
Unforeseen: A Deity in a lotus bowing.
Fingers touch, caress, divorce each other,
Flute, matki, ghat- a form, yet another.
Tabla narrating a Bindravan romance,
He twirls to the flute: Is he in a trance?
Dha Ge Na Ti, Na Ga Dhi Na,
Dha Ge Na Ti, Na Ga Dhi Na…
Suddenly he freezes: a moulded sculpture
A leg raised, hands united in prayer.
Do the Gods beguile me; is he a mirage?
Divine clay immobile he, becomes the Nataraj.
Eyebrow raised, ivory neck adheres
To Sitar stirring notes of dupatta flowing,
Unforeseen: A Deity in a lotus bowing.
Fingers touch, caress, divorce each other,
Flute, matki, ghat- a form, yet another.
Tabla narrating a Bindravan romance,
He twirls to the flute: Is he in a trance?
Dha Ge Na Ti, Na Ga Dhi Na,
Dha Ge Na Ti, Na Ga Dhi Na…
Suddenly he freezes: a moulded sculpture
A leg raised, hands united in prayer.
Do the Gods beguile me; is he a mirage?
Divine clay immobile he, becomes the Nataraj.
1 comment:
lovely piece of writing.. captures the very essence of the dance form... i loved the last four lines in particular... brilliant imagery there!
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