Dance is something, a dancer never misses, because it usually never leaves you, with time you add to it another facet of yourself..While on my on and oft dance routine today, I was reminded of Cleo de Merode and sat down to write a few lines..urged by some unknown urge-
My dance, its elegance, its waywardness,
Its slight intimacy,
Is like you and your caress-
Your touch so profound
Like the khol in my eyes,
My circle of love complete,
In the balance of forces-
Both yours and mine.
And yet all too sudden and short.
I kiss your shadow,
Flitting and suddenly incomplete-
Without the lust of whispered edifices,
Your eyes shut, to my tremble of resonance
And warmth like a butterfly
In some belly.
And now when I look back,
Curled up like a cat,
I'm content, rendered useless
Of all that needs to be done-
Careless and seem-less in my crawl.
© 2012 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury
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