Music does not need language of words for it has movements of dance to do its translation.
When the melody plays, footsteps move, heart sings and spirit begin to dance.
Yatho Hasta thatho Drishti, Yatho Drishti thatho Manah
Yatho Manah thatho Bhaava, Yatho Bhaava thatho Rasa
Transcend the terrestrial; surpass the celestial, from nature’s hands when you receive the sublime pleasures of dance.
Now is not the time for bigots and racists. No time for sexists and homophobes. Now, more than ever, is the time for ARTISTS. It’s time for us to rise above and to create. To show humanity. To spread hope. We must prevent society from destroying itself, from losing its way. Now is the time for love.
You were just another stranger in the room,
In a room full of bodies,
I was attracted to you,
I became your tiny dancer,
I became everything to you,
Little did you know,
That I’m just a dancer,
Not your fool.
Limit not to only five, when the divine gifts the supreme sixth; the sense of dance
If spirit is the seed, dance is the water of its evolution.
O wayfarer! Yearn finds quench, not in meadows, seashores or altitude of mountain peaks; but when being and dance are one.
Sometimes in life confusion tends to arise and only dialogue of dance seems to make sense.