by Mirabelle | Oct 16, 2014 | Poems
There is a calm before the storm
And then the wind purposefully dances with the trees
Whispering before whistling, before howling
Of secrets of the power that guides it
These secrets are not secrets
They are always playing for those who care to listen
Some people say its a hurricane
To me the wind is playing
cajoling, teasing the trees,
flirting with the waves
pounding the heart of the ocean
as it swells in love to join that which is embracing it in carefree abandon
this day, nature is at play
inviting us to be spectators
living lessons for those that care to look
how to sway with the wind,
dance in the windsong, no resistance, no fear
Maybe even how allow oneself to be uprooted
death is not the end, change is not the enemy,
uncertainty not the fear
There is a calm before the storm,
There is calm during the storm
There is a calm after the storm.
Bermuda
18th September 2010
5.00 p.m
by Mirabelle | Oct 8, 2014 | Poems
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
by Mirabelle | Jul 31, 2014 | Poems
he world bursts forth —-
rests henceforth
In a shroud of peaceful green
raindrops on leaves —–
trill, touch, tremble
leaves—-taste, dance,
are possessed with sheer beauty
~ ~a ~c
~d ~n ~e
aspire to reach the blue above
to share, to reflect
to etherize into ether
to smile.
9th July 2002
Netala Uttarkashi
by Mirabelle | Jul 15, 2014 | Poems
Alone and isolated, by almost all but one,
Tears lay dormant, manifesting silent mood swings
Deep sadness and disaapointment
A gloomy stillness pervades my being
There is knowledge that this wont last
That the people with the best intentions
And genuine goodness are often tested, persecuted
Left alone and solitary
To see if they can choose
Between self pity and fortitude
Questioning and acceptance
Hate and compassion
Victimization and empowerment
Fear and belief
I know the path i will take,
The path i am meant to take,
The path i cannot but take
Yet right now, i am tired of fighting the gloom,
Staying silent and patient through the blame
Trying to surrender but failing miserably
Tired of the voices in my head,
Exhausted with the effort to accept in silence
I will be delivered, I will empower myself to be delivered
Just right now lord, i feel so human, so vulnerable, so cheated.
I cannot dance and so i write,
I cannot speak and so I write,
Having written i cannot write.
17-02-2010
21:17
Bermuda
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