The following is a recording of a spectator as he walks after watching a rapturous performance of his favourite dancer. His thoughts prove that the dancer has had a larger-than-art influence on him. The performance has left him emotional, empty-handed, his sense of purpose lost.
Yet, few would believe how envious his situation was!!!
Like the beach sand left back by the retreating waters,
Like memories washed ashore by the waves of events,
Like backyard swings as memoirs of now-wedded daughters,
Thy frame left my eyes leaving sweet tears as remnants.
Like silence lost with the advent of diction,
Like slumber stolen by that bundle of riches,
Like fiery pace muted by the labors of friction
Thy splendor did away with my trunk of wishes.
I hope you did mark me amid your rapturous dance,
And would return to grant me my secret musings,
For, I lost my alms when I clapped in a trance,
That with barren palms I now tread, musing.
4 comments:
As time sails by new dancers will emerge
A new purpose to look for a parallel will converge
Palms ready to applaud amidst emotional turmoil
He will continue to search till he joins the soil
BTW forgot to say... Love the piece, the way u have aptly used the situations is amazing!!!!
Thanks Vinitha. Liked it, yes its been my second poem on dancer. U write it so well, look forward to ur next post. And will share a poetry link with u...looked good, u way want to broaden ur vista :-)
Hey cool!! Will wait for the link!!
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