STATE OF WELL-BEING AND THE ARABIAN DANCER
I find myself in an opium den
And I find it is silhouetted
Though I never smoked, never been here.
Yet without fail, beyond the translucent curtains,
Life and its pale shadow….move on
I find myself drugged
I am coherently, incoherent.
It is the state of my well-being.
I see an Arabian dancer, beyond the translucent curtain,
Inside the opium den, as she dances
She dances beyond my comprehension of vision…
She dances at the farthest corner, beyond the curtains
Given my frail vision, as she gyrates to the music, my vision floats
Yet I see that tender Arabian
Dancing….she chuckles somehow,
The tune, the beat, and her body gyrating
I’m getting intoxicated, even more, ever before.
Given the shortfall, given the failing vision,
Yet I see it all…to the farthest distance, I see it all
Still, I rue not ‘seeing’ her.
Her eyes, her body language, they all fail me.
In a complete disregard, she dances, for her Glory
For her intoxication, she dances…..
The curtains still hold the view, and I,
I miss her, I yearn for her.
Drugged I am, enchanted is the feeling
Yet nowhere to go, glued to my seat
I can’t go past the curtains,
The Arabian dancer has veils
My curtained and veiled self.
I am staring, yet seeing without the ability of clarity
Denied. Even when I would stand, and look around, beyond…
The Arabian dancer does not co-operate.
Risking the life’s fallacies, kneading, giving without going
How long will this ordeal last?
My frame and my frail legs, fail me.
Dejected, lost, yet not a complete given-up
Wheel-chained, I’m drugged, I am ensnared.
She is beautiful even when veiled.
Most clever, she is the most cleverly beautiful.
There she is hiding, (If my wishful thinking allows, may be lurking)
There she stands, in a distances, with a laughter, contagious.
With a charm infectious.
With a wisdom
With a vice
With a beginning
With a look
With seduction
With conviction
With a dream
With endeavours.
With life
With intoxication
With power
With belief.
Yet silhouetted, yet out of reach.
Yet beyond me
Yet eclipsing my power of faculties
Yet making me her crave of her attention.
Yet unforgiving and astute
The Arabian dancer intoxicates me, even more
She is indescribable and I lie seduced
Seduced to her charms.
My faculties failing me, I’m falling, falling
With no one to catch.
Grilled, I’m petrified, in an illusion.
I fear my fall, yet I want to fall.
I now bring-forth my left energies,
Calm myself, reason.
Control and calm-myself
Curb and Understand, is all I do.
This Arabian dancer, it seems,
Knows the art of wait and seduction
Am I giving in, Am I given up.
Or am I going to get out?
Drugged I am.
I want to un-drug myself to know.
I want the power of my being, to know.
I want the strength of faculties, to know.
I want the desire of my good self, to know.
I find myself in an opium den
And I find it is silhouetted
Though I never smoked, never been here.
Yet without fail, beyond the translucent curtains,
Life and its pale shadow….move on
I find myself drugged
I am coherently, incoherent.
It is the state of my well-being.
I see an Arabian dancer, beyond the translucent curtain,
Inside the opium den, as she dances
She dances beyond my comprehension of vision…
She dances at the farthest corner, beyond the curtains
Given my frail vision, as she gyrates to the music, my vision floats
Yet I see that tender Arabian
Dancing….she chuckles somehow,
The tune, the beat, and her body gyrating
I’m getting intoxicated, even more, ever before.
Given the shortfall, given the failing vision,
Yet I see it all…to the farthest distance, I see it all
Still, I rue not ‘seeing’ her.
Her eyes, her body language, they all fail me.
In a complete disregard, she dances, for her Glory
For her intoxication, she dances…..
The curtains still hold the view, and I,
I miss her, I yearn for her.
Drugged I am, enchanted is the feeling
Yet nowhere to go, glued to my seat
I can’t go past the curtains,
The Arabian dancer has veils
My curtained and veiled self.
I am staring, yet seeing without the ability of clarity
Denied. Even when I would stand, and look around, beyond…
The Arabian dancer does not co-operate.
Risking the life’s fallacies, kneading, giving without going
How long will this ordeal last?
My frame and my frail legs, fail me.
Dejected, lost, yet not a complete given-up
Wheel-chained, I’m drugged, I am ensnared.
She is beautiful even when veiled.
Most clever, she is the most cleverly beautiful.
There she is hiding, (If my wishful thinking allows, may be lurking)
There she stands, in a distances, with a laughter, contagious.
With a charm infectious.
With a wisdom
With a vice
With a beginning
With a look
With seduction
With conviction
With a dream
With endeavours.
With life
With intoxication
With power
With belief.
Yet silhouetted, yet out of reach.
Yet beyond me
Yet eclipsing my power of faculties
Yet making me her crave of her attention.
Yet unforgiving and astute
The Arabian dancer intoxicates me, even more
She is indescribable and I lie seduced
Seduced to her charms.
My faculties failing me, I’m falling, falling
With no one to catch.
Grilled, I’m petrified, in an illusion.
I fear my fall, yet I want to fall.
I now bring-forth my left energies,
Calm myself, reason.
Control and calm-myself
Curb and Understand, is all I do.
This Arabian dancer, it seems,
Knows the art of wait and seduction
Am I giving in, Am I given up.
Or am I going to get out?
Drugged I am.
I want to un-drug myself to know.
I want the power of my being, to know.
I want the strength of faculties, to know.
I want the desire of my good self, to know.
