Mar 2016
She glides along the waxy floor,
Mind at peace and heart at war.
The witching hour sounds nearby,
With impaired grace, her body sighs.
In the quiet, she spinslike the sun,
Of violent energy and a star so bright.
Shrouded in darkness she quivers,
As a glow meets her riveting eyes.
A lone little flame-abusing the wax,
Trickles down onto the mahogany,
Tears on her cheek mirrors the sight.
Hours and minutes last an eternity.
She keeps swaying on calloused tips,
Tresses like a ravens broken wing,
Drowns her saddened breathing.
Her mind still denies and she keeps on dancing.
Mind at peace and heart at war.
The witching hour sounds nearby,
With impaired grace, her body sighs.
In the quiet, she spinslike the sun,
Of violent energy and a star so bright.
Shrouded in darkness she quivers,
As a glow meets her riveting eyes.
A lone little flame-abusing the wax,
Trickles down onto the mahogany,
Tears on her cheek mirrors the sight.
Hours and minutes last an eternity.
She keeps swaying on calloused tips,
Tresses like a ravens broken wing,
Drowns her saddened breathing.
Her mind still denies and she keeps on dancing.
Note: The term Lasya, in the context of Hindu mythology, describes the dance performed by Goddess Parvati as it expresses happiness and is filled with grace and beauty. She is believed to have danced the Lasya in response to the male energy of the cosmic dance of Tandava performed by Lord Shiva.This term obviously contradicts the poem as it shows the tortured and emotional stages of the dancer. Rather than being happy she still expresses her pain and darkness with grace and beauty.
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