Saturday 28 February 2015

A Dance To The Moon


Dance is a form of emotional expression. Dancing is both an art and a form of recreation. It may tell a story or even set a mood. Dance is the art form in which human movement becomes the medium for sensing, understanding, and communicating ideas, feelings, and experiences.
Being a dancer is not as easy as it seems. They sweat; they work and work until they cannot work anymore. They work until their feet bleed and muscles tear, and still continue to dance fearlessly.
Dance is often termed as a soft sport but even the athletes work until they cannot work anymore. The difference lies in the thinking.
A true dancer’s body in motion transcends time and sheds away all the pious parameters. The pulsating music sways through them and their movements, their gestures and their eyes speak for them. They communicate with words unspoken. The feelings are expressed through their dance.
It takes an athlete to dance but an artist to be a dancer. These few lines aptly describe all the dancers, and the child within all of us that wants to dance like nobody is watching:
“When Life Spoke To Me”
My soul screamed for attention,
It wanted me to awake.
“You‛re immersed in the joy;
What more will it take?”
If dance is within me
It‛s got to come out.
“You are the dance,” the
Small voice started to shout.
“You don‛t make the music,
That‛s not what you do.
Awake to discover –
The music is you.”
To the small voice within
You need to attune.
So, get up and do it,
If it‛s dance to the moon.

If we put our heart into dance, the efforts of any dancer would never go unnoticed
Because as it is said by Albert Einstein, “Dancers are athletes of God”

Friday 6 February 2015

An Escape Into Reality


Life rolls on bringing forth its share of ups and downs
I sail through the turbulent seas and fly across the heavenly clouds.
Take resort in my sole solace, I and my solitude.
Flash-comes a panorama of events, of times when I  was apparently love lorn and remind me of the person who had carved a niche in the deepest sanctuaries of my heart but eventually when the harsh forces of reality removed the mask over my illusions, the veil was abandoned.
Abandoned suddenly.
The greatest shock to me.
Dreams u cherished had shattered an instant and the broken pieces of the reverie remained scattered.
Not knowing what to do, surrounded by gloom.
Grim uncertainties, life insignificant.
Everyone saw me brimming  life but I heard the sound of my weeping soul.
Eventually, I discovered there was nothing as beautiful as a dew drop on a petal.
How could I call it love?
Back to the present- a jerk to reality.
Love, then, was a misunderstood emotion.
Love for me had been superficial.
Love in reality, is far from mundane.
'Much above superficiality' is what they say.
Love consists of fragments of joy.
Little packages of simple pleasures, precious and rare.
Companionship, where there is no pretence.
A feeling of warmth amidst the surrounding gloom.
Love is everlasting,unbiased and with no prejudice.
It brings along a fair share of waiting but the ultimate feeling of being in love engrains in the blood-'the essence of living'
Realization of through finally through late
Love is above the 'mundane' and transient infatuation.