When Nartaki dances,
There is the enchanting dance,
The melody of music,
The rhythm of drums,
A sensational sculpture,
A marvellous painting,
Can one resist the charm of a graceful dancer?
Just when the dancer ceases dancing
And steps down the stage,
She stares at an emptiness,
A fearsome void,
A visible darkness,
A dark silence
The dancer finds herself in a desolate cave!
Such a beautiful poem on emotions of a dancer. Stage is truely a place where a dancer comes in touch with her true self forgetting everything else. A dancer can so well relate to it It is a pleasure to read your poems on art of dance.
Like all good things in life, a deeply satisfying dance performance by an accomplished artiste has to come to an end. So is the case with this special series of poems, though, I understand that the charm of such divine interaction lives on endlessly. Thank you, Geeta ji.
The enchanting dance with melody of sweet tune and sound of drums performed by Nartaki is definitely devotional dance and motivational dance. The perception you bring out here is excellent. This poem is very beautifully penned.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
On reading this, Geeta, I think, What a gift to do what we love! And this reminds me of traditions that have discovered sound and movement to help bring them into a receptive and ecstatic state—among them dervishes and shamans. In the biblical tradition, when asked to prophesy, Elisha asked for a musician to be brought, and king David was known to dance and play music besides writing psalms. -Glen