Friday, September 17, 2010

A last Dance

The dance series


Sleepy since morning
Seeming to move mechanically
From one room to another
Fetching familiar faces
Countering blank stares.
I stumble and walk-
I enter through the blank door
The room is lit so bright
The smell of flowers and candles
benumbs my senses
The air so cool stills my ear
My ever so dry hair is wet
As I sit on the easy chair...
his lonesome corner;
My eyelids call a close..
I cry for a dance
A last dance of embracing cresendo
Before the lid is shut forever.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

The Dance




All day long till the day edged into the abyss
of the surfacing night
The Darkness of the day:
Blending with the dark night
Oblivious to all
Oblivious to the the night
all alone in the ranted room
In a silken gown of dark night
Dark as the gypsy hair....
Smell of perfume no more!
The brittle Black rose in hand
She danced
with hair all strewn
face all caked with tears and hanging cobwebs..
The gypsy Kohl running down her raven eyes
The endless dance..
the dance of frenzy
The mad laughter clinking through the walls 
Of ecstasy 
Never such a laughter had I heard
The dance of the knell!