It was on a lunar eclipse day, I thought to dance
“Why?” Asked that ugly disfigured man
Creeping slowly clutching his peeling skin he again asked “Why?”
I was un draped, my velvety hair resembled a ball of black wool of a sheep
I tuned in the classical music
The bells in my feet I danced in that highway to tophet
The ugly brooding man with piercing eyes –
“Stop”, he said
He gazed on my nude soma
“You are sensual, don’t dance, that is hell”, he smiled
I danced, I saw, he had no lips
Yet he spoke
His ugly eyes had a mysterious patch of the golden blend of a river
caressing his neckline
I danced; the rhythms of music spoke a thousand unspoken words
He said –
“I like your nude corse, the sweat sensual
Stop, I want to make love”
I danced; the beats of Kajiranga echoed
Smiling I sang to him
“Make love while I dance
The eclipse will be over soon, so will be my dance”
So make love while I dance”
He walked towards me –
In silence, his taps blended with the mystic rhythms of my bells
Twenty each on my feet, forty bells
Coarse fingers wiping his face he sprung on me
I danced, as he splashed water on my tears storming down my eyes
“He loved your eyes, didn’t he?” the ugly man asked
“Yes, he did but I loved you, now you are dead and ugly, how do I make love?”
I danced, he made love
the bells on my feet –
he tore them apart
He lifted me in his arms
Whispering in my ears that ugly man said “He loved your eyes, didn’t he?”
I replied “He has my sketches of naked eyes, I didn’t have kohl, it was my dull eyes that he loved”
The ugly dead man left holding his peeling skin–
I stood naked on that highway where we made love
Bells in my feet –
I danced my way, to find him the one who loved my eyes
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