Celebrate with Dance

"Some dance to remember, some dance to forget" goes the line in Hotel California. I say, dance if you want to experience magic!

I have been known to have two left feet. Whenever I have danced, people have laughed. Over the years, I decided with increasing conviction that I am not a good dancer and would eventually find my corner when the dance floor would be open at parties.

I am not slim and fit. Too much of a glutton and very lazy to exercise everyday. Some people judged that I couldn't dance because of this.

This is not a success story. But maybe, the beginning of it. Maybe.

Just putting this down on record because I am about to begin a wonderful journey into the world of dance. I chose to do that because of how I felt the other day.

I am training to dance for a social event. Every time I would train in learning a step and the choreographer would give his cue by counting "5,6,7,8", I would be worried about when he would say "8" and how quickly after "8" I would have to move. This was a standard thought every time he would give the cue. But yesterday, I was tired of not getting it right so I told that worrying voice inside me to shut up! And I didn't even look at people around me. I just focused on the music.When I completed the step, my co-dancers were thrilled. They told me I did it perfectly. I didn't quite understand what they were talking about. I didn't exactly do anything.

This hit me later. I didn't exactly do anything. I just went with the flow.

I realised that dance is not to move to the beats. It is to become the music. And how wonderful would it be, if I carry this spirit in every sphere of my life!

I am extremely excited to begin my tryst with dance.

The Brothel Manager

A charming man of six feet two,
Clean shaven and a crooked tooth,
Prepared for us nightly a perfect brew,
Outside our rooms he had his booth.

He would welcome all with an honest smile,
Some from near, some from more than a mile,
But they would look right through him,
And charge into our rooms on their whim.

Our drawers would always be full of them -
Protection to keep our lives sane,
Also sometimes a peppery spray would stem
From the corner, when he knew en route was Mr. Bane.

Alas! Such a manager did not exist,
Well, if he did, I would fall in love with him,
Counting every breath, death I resist,
Oppressed with disease, I pray for my kith and kin.

Amiga

We live in such different huts,Sometimes close, sometimes far,But there for each other we always are,In all times - the good, the lulls and the worsts.

Today with work I got hit black and blue,
I now lie on my bed thinking about many a fray,
A knock on the door and I know it's you,
I lift my tiredness and lazily drag my feet and sway.

As I open the door I see a lantern so coy, 
And before I observe your beautiful smile in its light,
You hand me a box and tell me,"Enjoy",
Hustling away, you soon go out of sight.

In the box I see a round pastry,
Mostly green with a little white cream,
I realise that the flavour is Kiwi,
So delicious, with joy I want to scream. 

Not that you had a leisurely day,
Not that you don't have something to say,
But you still did so and there is a question in my mind-
¿Como estas tan hermosa

Oh Sunshine.

I knew never of you
To give life to my veins,

I knew never of you
To enrich my existence,

I knew never of you
To make me float on a breeze,

I knew never of you,
Who I'd meet before it'd be dark blue.

The Sailor

Out of the blue she fell,
And then she heard the bell,
SOS whistles and more,
Bullets being shot towards the shore.

Managing to get to the deck,
She hardly stood erect,
The tilt soon pulled her away,
By the railing she clung and did sway.

Over the raging tides she hung,
As one more lash hit her lung,
She missed a breath or two,
Impairing her vision-the froth brew.

Her hands pained and she almost let go,
She thought of the rain as a friend to her foe,
When with a certain thud, like a sudden anchor,
The storm vanished and left her blank-er.

Absurdly the ship stood at an angle,
She slowly climbed down from the tangle,
Falling with weakness as she reached the sand,
Wondering she was, where did she land?

Endless land she saw right there,
Palms galore, looked like a green fun fare,
She got up and walked ahead a bit,
When some glare to her eye did hit.

Blinded for many a second she stopped,
Put her hand to the light and walked,
It was the most magical sight in the world,
Seeing it something inside her curled.

Billions of star fish, green yellow and blue,
Gathered at the shore to give a brilliant hue.
Unto the horizon they seemed to exist,
To the right she strangely saw a dense mist.

Walked did she into the heavy fog,
She realised that she had lost her sog,
As the haze faded out, in a mirror she did see,
Elegance and  beauty, she said, "I can't believe this is me!"

As she moved closer, something took her by surprise,
Two ear rings on her ear, of a medium size.
Closer she went and then she saw on her ear,
The Sea gifted her blue-green stars for how she battled her fear.