May 2013
I saw you today
under a bright sunless sky.
You,
bathed in green,
by a demure waterfall.
And you
moving
to the peacocks' calls
trilling,
through the leaves
that enshrined our midst.
You moved without care,
and you knew I was there.
under a bright sunless sky.
You,
bathed in green,
by a demure waterfall.
And you
moving
to the peacocks' calls
trilling,
through the leaves
that enshrined our midst.
You moved without care,
and you knew I was there.
Dhrupad is a very old musical form in Indian classical music. I wrote this poem when I was attending a Hindustani classical violin recital. I was transported to another world, and was missing a dear friend who loves classical music. She entered my imagination later, as is her wont.
