The EKALAVYA

By Deepti Tadala For aeons,She craved somethingthat she could not name.. Life she knew was a game…of nameless pride and meaningless fame.. Till she found a formof rhythm and gesturesof music and silenceof emotion and expression Till she found a guideto help her traversefrom ignorance to presencefrom stillness to movement Aeons later…The muted poet, is … Continue reading The EKALAVYA

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From the heart

From nothing to everything From without to within When I dance, I truly live Into the joy of my practice, I give Every moment is an experience Every day is a lesson I’m forever in debt To my art, and the things it makes me forget Musings from January 7, 2018 by Nitya Narasimhan