Saturday, March 15, 2008

The fluttering White curtains...

She got up from her bed, closed her eyes and waited for the song to start. As, the subtle beginning strains reached her ears, she raised her hands to feel his clasp them gently. He started by giving her body a gentle turn. She didn’t open her eyes, relying only on the sensations flowing between their bodies to synchronize their steps. The tempo of the song quickened and their dance paced to keep up. They were swirling in a smooth fluid whirlpool.

She felt herself being lifted, high up like a log on a wave crest, left twirling there for what seemed like an eternity, before being washed over to the beach down at his feet. One moment, he was the master, and she his trusting slave, following every command in his touch as she danced to his tune and the next second, she was the unforgiving mistress, driving him mercilessly to the tempo of her absolute ownership.

Her skirt billowed around her, like a fan in full motion as he whirled her out… then wrapped snugly around her legs like the closed petals of a virgin rose, as in one swift motion he twisted her body in.. his hands moving to her waist as her fingertips landed on his shoulders and her toe-tips on his.

The music softened midway and they moved slowly, moulded together. Then, her fingertips slipped over his rippling shoulders and her body moved away from him, but still joined to him by the toes. She let herself hang there, over the abyss, her head thrown back, her hair almost touching the ground, only his hands tightened over her wrists keeping her from going over. And then, in a jiffy, as the music reached its pitch, he had whipped her back from the edge, back into a moving flowing swimming universe.

Their bodies met like two liquids meeting in a mighty splash and then receded into their own corners in the aftermath, as the energy between them, rippled them apart. And then, she was again revolving faster than she ever had, her feet spinning out from her still toe tips. Her arms passed through his hold, like satin flowing out a hole.. till her fingertips met his and the electricity coursing through them, made hers swirl in their wake..

She felt his hand let go and for a moment her blind feet staggered uncertainly… then his hands were at her waist again and the confidence flowed back into her, as he spun her around like clay on a spinning wheel, till she rose gracefully to the crescendo, like an elegant pot rising from the bowl of mud… her hands clasped high above her head. Then, as the universe around them came to a boom and the rhythm crumbled into a million stars raining down, she too crumpled, just as beautifully, to her knees like a ballerina’s final bow, with his hands holding hers above the crown of her lowered head…

As the last strains of the music died, she rose slowly, uncreasing her sweaty pajamas and opened her eyes.. coming back to the empty room around her, still except for the plain white curtains fluttering gently at her window….

31 comments:

gunj said...

waow!
is dat from a personal experience??
awesome it was...i cud almost see it!!

Ashu said...

awesome n fundooooooooooooooo

Ashu said...

awesome n fundooooooooooooooo

maverick said...

hmm...seen dirty dancing one???if not chk it out...the picturization of the dream is very similar to the dance sequences in the movie :)

d SINNER!!! said...

Wow...like Mav even i feel its like the sequence from Dirty Dancing...but in words...:P

nicely done...do i need to say ROMANTIC...

anand said...

The saying goes that every picture is worth a thousand words, but you turned it over on its head. Every sentence is a whole picture and a lot of emotions in itself, nice word :)

Vandita said...

this was soooo beautiful
brought back all the dancing movies ive seen and the goosebumps that i get.
great imagery and usage of similes all through the post!
:)

Rahul... in City of Dreamz said...

Wow!! That was so so rivetting! Beautiful..

i feel relaxed just reading your work ( i am using the word "work", because you don not write.. you draw with words)

i was rite..you're definately my ishaan! :)

Keep drawing!

crasiezt said...

Simply beautiful! Am almost speechless right now...amazing write!!

Impressionist said...

WOW! that was brilliant!
"Her skirt billowed around her, like a fan in full motion as he whirled her out… then wrapped snugly around her legs like the closed petals of a virgin rose..."
i loved those lines!

-I

anuj said...

was he not there or has he left?
or was she dreaming? i mean dancing like no one was watching ..of course except for the white curtains ..

freesherry said...

@gunj
thanks
nope.. i just love imagining things.. but i wud love to dance dat way one day :sigh:

freesherry said...

@ashu
thanks

freesherry said...

@mav
nope havnt watched it yet.. but will try to get my hands on it now

freesherry said...

@d sinner
thanks
ab to i definitely have to watch it

freesherry said...

@anand
thanks.. somehow i love painting with words since i am so hopeless with paints

freesherry said...

@vandita
thanks a million :)

freesherry said...

@rahul
lol
I am truly honoured

freesherry said...

@craziest
thanks :)

freesherry said...

@impressionist
u did?
thanks.. they are my favourite ones in the passage too.. along with the ones about the splah

freesherry said...

@anuj.. finally sm1 who understood it.. yes he was nt dr.. it was all her imagination.. she was dancing alone :)

John F said...

Pretty nice. Reminded me of a piece I had done on Dance once. Lets see what do you ahve to say about this

http://achingpen.blogspot.com/2007/09/dance.html

freesherry said...

@john
thanks
I checked your post.. it was really good

rOhit said...

I'd just say.

You write good! :)

freesherry said...

@rohit
short and extremely sweet :)
thanks

rOhit said...

That lil piece of poetry (over my blog) was beautiful!

Really! :)

geet said...

where are ju????

freesherry said...

@rohit.. thanks.. your poem kind of had me swinging in memories and I couldn't resist the urge to write that :)

freesherry said...

@geet
sowwy was home.. but now i am back :)

vEENs said...

ahhhh...wow! beautifully written :)

i like the way u use liquid..in yur writings...it makes so much sense :)

freesherry said...

@veens
thanks a lot.. liquids always bring out a luxurious feeling to everything