ringlets of ebony
\nleft foot exposed
\nbeating the time
\nas I supposed
\nbeautiful eyes
\noften closed when she plays
\nplucking the strings
\nof the Sitar to raise<\/p>\n
awareness each raga
\nsensationally
\nlifts one’s emotion
\nout of a sea
\nof thought and of patterning
\ninto a dream
\nwhere a old sunken galleon
\nlies it would seem<\/p>\n
classic proportions
\na jewel in her nose
\nyou can cut the tranquility
\nof a sweet rose
\nthat blossom of red
\nwith a scent of the night
\nas her fingers wrap around the strings
\nand the light<\/p>\n
shines with such passion
\nsuch movement such sense
\ncreation enlivens the music from whence
\nshe came from those eastern shores
\nfar far away
\nwhere the great Ganges flows
\nboth night and both day<\/p>\n
she sings with a subtlety
\nsounds come and go
\nI’m mesmerised by her
\nas most people know
\nAnoushka Shankar
\na shadow maybe
\nand a soft shining star
\nfor the whole world to see<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
ringlets of ebony left foot exposed beating the time as I supposed beautiful eyes often closed when she plays plucking the strings of the Sitar to raise awareness each raga sensationally lifts one’s emotion out of a sea of thought … Continue reading