Dance Siren

Routine ends
unpredictability donnes her long gathered dress
dances in my face
whirling and swirling
swishing ans swashing metres of cloth
colourless
all a blur
her music sans conventional harmony
….. must get accustomed
…………..skirt wirls
………………S / L/ A/ P/S face
…………………..erases mind
……churns emotion
tries like the false siren to lure away

BUT
heart knows, dance eternal muse
bodyless, shapeless,
metamophosizing metamorphosis
transgressing gravity
lures inspite of herself
……..”god” speaks
…………..without speech
…………………without movement
……………………..without sound
all shapes in one shape in no shape
MUST seek like the rat seeks the piper
though the end be doom
2002
Mumbai
Wrote this poem when i felt compelled, mentally, physically and in state beyond those two to allow myself to “choose” dance as my “career” path.
Sometimes one finds an image to that which one has put in words… these two images of Rassouli are exactly how i felt.
Photo credit: Rassouli