Showing posts with label dance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dance. Show all posts

Sunday, July 12, 2026

The Dance Class

Yonder, in nonchalance,
the raindrops revel.
Their gracefully relentless,
yet beautifully petered dance,
its divine crescendo,
essence, and pure will,
gets unjustly measured;
pitted against the actors 
in the foreground...
But, ah yes, they all danced.

Seven young women,
two red umbrellas,
three men with no raincoats,
four children with clean slates,
and there… 
My daughter’s priceless game of
hide, seek, stomp, and catch:
Yes, she loves chasing the clouds,
the rain becomes her. 
I’m drenched!

— Leslie

(Poem: It's but divine to join the raindrops in a heavenly dance. I did not. They did... Leaving me drenched and laden with a few lines.)



Sunday, March 31, 2019

Peachy Love

​​​​Fresh flowers, moist,
float down,
​a bit after t​​he morning sun
lit up your eyes..​.

The buds reach your lips,
swaying down from their pedestal,
the lone peach tree up the hill​.​
Coerced​ down by the whiff of 
a mint-laced mountain breeze
​- his breath reaches yours​,​
his soul ​touches your lips,
a dance follows,
​serene like a river's flow,
wild like its roar.​​
The solitary Peach tree near The Goat Village Nagtibba (Pic: Sreetama Bagchi)

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Homemade Heaven!

Winter, her morning songs, calls for a dance; but the heart wraps itself in summer, his lullaby... A good layer of fleece, thick skin of cotton, and a fine lining of love. It's complete -- my homemade heaven!
Pic by Sreetama Bagchi (Instagram: @sreetamabagchi)

Saturday, February 25, 2012

A fine line


The fine, naughty
smile on her open lips,
the jest in her
naughty eyes which
always light up at sunset...
A proud glimmer
in 'em all tonight,
for she has two guests...

... Lovers, poles apart,

but lovers... lovers...

The man, a loner from the
north, from the highlands
where warriors hide behind
the masks of bards;
his muse tonight has gems
from the morning star,
strewn on her evening gown;
they held hands at the beach.

... At the front courtyard
of their host, 
basking in her pure
white affection,
they danced...
While their emcee,
she spread out a dinner
on a silver platter.

- The Pole Star, Venus and the Crescent Moon were aligned this evening. A union of lovers!