Monday, February 22, 2010

The Dance

Celestial white figures
Swirl ceaselessly
In cadenced circles
One after another…

Slow and graceful
The feet turn…
Lifting the splendour
On slender toes
Away from earth…

Winds chase the fingers
To touch their delicate tips
Winding themselves clueless
Around the lean curves

The robes whirl in frenzy
Tossing their loose ends
Into a centrifuge
Emitting radiance

I am a stone
In the centre of a running road
Spellbound into a crystal
Dazzled by your light

Mesmerized I watch…
Their glowing figures
In the pristine dance…
On the roof top

I close my eyes
Absorbing my vision
A prolonged wink
And the podium fades away

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