• Rahul Mahesh

THE DANCER ON ICE

The night was solemn and cold,

One of those silent and peaceful nights.

The world was calm and blissfully so.

I walked the by-lanes and unto the streets,

Watching people pass by in silence.

As I made my way into the shadiest parts of town,

Into a dimly lit room of many a sinful fantasies.

Rich champagne flowed callously,

Like an open faucet it bubbled onto gold-tinted glasses.

Men and women of high status roamed,

Frolicked this distasteful abode, they call ‘escape’.

There was richness amidst these walls,

A contrast to the squalor that besieged the streets.

Their coats were warm and felt-lined,

While hawkers paraded in the cold and fatefully so.

Bolstered in their shells they watched,

These dainty and exotic shapes.

Naked bodies lofted and abused for the sake of lust,

The splendour of wealth in full display.

The shackled slaves of pompous seduction,

The fantasies of men awaiting attention.

I brushed past these naked bodies, tempted to touch;

Then I saw her, at a distance.

A shape of grace in this gutter of lust,

She danced on skates on a makeshift rink.

Her naked torso perked up in the cold,

In a pretend vigour she claimed victim aplenty.

Her eyes seemed vacant and dead,

I saw emptiness, where once happiness did grow.

Quiet disturbances she braved, quietly so;

Her poised flesh, bruised and abused.

As they departed I looked for her,

In the dark I sought her touch.

I watched her as she pleased her man,

Half-hearted and unsatisfied she remained.

I saw him flail his arms as she feigned moans of pleasure.

Our eyes met this time, as she gave out a gasp;

Her body sunk and her spirit broke.

He buttoned up his sleeves leaving her ravaged and crushed,

I stood and watched as her lungs gave away.

The last I did see through the tinted glass,

A broken beauty she remained, as I went to seek for pleasures of my own.

Unmindful of her misery, untouched by her pain;

In the end, all I sought were these primitive needs.

In the end, all I remained was just another participant of the squalor.

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