Archives for the month of: January, 2016

MADIRAKSHI: My Beloved and I, like two snakes, slither away, entwined in passion, towards the golden sands upon an unending beach, inspired by your rendition of Vasanta Ritu ~ the season of Spring …


SHAKUNTALA: Slither away, my dear friend, under this sensuous canopy of fragrance and blossoms in Spring, while I languish in my aloneness …


MADIRAKSHI: You are not alone, Shakuntala. Your riyaz ~ practice, takes you to this sensuous, fullness, without needing the other!

I remain vintage, wrapped up in finery, fanning my beloved with these intoxicating eyes, silks and sparkling gold upon all my curves, spinning melodies in a private chamber of beauty and simmering desire …


SHAKUNTALA: True. Every flower is unique. It’s fragrance or lack of fragrance is devoid of thought, will, desire. Each human being, a divine flower in this garden of love …

  

Stillness, older than light.

  
Older than these roots is the light.

The hero is a proud man. Sometimes arrogant.

        
And yet, the heroine cannot help but yield, to this valorous hero.

        

 

  

The heroine is restless, overwhelmed with desire for her Beloved. 

In a helpless, vulnerable lament, she turns to her dear friend for an empathetic, listening ear. 

                           

CHANDRALEKHA

Last evening, before we left home, I had dressed up glamorously in all spontaneity, inspired by the spirit of New Year’s Eve. We had no plans. Then suddenly, I remembered about the exhibit on Chandralekha, her art and being, at SPACES. We were alone as we walked through this indoor~outdoor exhibit. Perhaps because it was not as loudly advertised like most shows at SPACES. 

I was moved and compelled to dance to the music of Hamza El Din, in the main theatre beneath Chandra’s towering image. Two compositions chose themselves: Raw Gold & Peace. In the first composition, reverence and respect, poured out for Chandra’s being and her art. In the second, I ripped open like Her Narasimha avatar. All that constricts me from allowing my spontaneity to dance and choreograph, bled out, was transmuted, is transformed, and healed. It was cathartic and playful. In my offering, I had the intimacy of having the presence of Sadanand Menon, Kaarthikeyan, and our French friend, Sylvan, juxtaposed against a light ocean breeze, an elegant, gingery cat, and the blanket of dark night skies and stars, as our cosmic audience! 

We felt blessed for this exclusive, intimate walk and movement, through the sensational, yet, serene exhibit. The entire experience was ironically bold and exuberant like Chandra, yet set quietly beneath a silence of tender, silvery moonlight …