Classical danseuse

The Trees of Paradise

As she stood silhouetted against the spotlight,
she assumed her first stance with bated breath.
The reverberating echoes of her ghunghroo
inspired her own heartbeat to match their rhythm.
It dawned on the enchanting danseuse,
That her mind, body and soul in unison,
were writing their own magical ballad.
She was revealing her inner self,
the intensity of her burning soul.
She took bits and pieces of her identity
and created a complex fiery saga of emotions.
There was no stopping her, no veil adorned.
As her kohl laden eyes competed with her spirits,
She was blind to the sea of faces
that were enthralled by the divine spectacle.
She was sprawling with abandon,
for the one woman she hid from the world,
it was her tribute to her other self.
It took nothing less than a thunderous applause
to snap her back to the real world
which she did with grace and humility,
for she was a goddess within.

An enchanting danseuse orchestrates her mind, body and soul in unison to write their own magical ballad.