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Dances of India  
A Poem on Hastamudras

I am a seeker 
A bird soaring high in the sky! 
In that moment of flying 
A blissful state in the air 
Where you are free-full of space 
A vast expanse of azure blue sky 
I move my hands with gestures 
Like Pataka,Mudrakhya,Kataka 
Oh !  is there a Mushti of strength
To break away from the dwarfed Kartarimukha
Yes of course, for I am  a Shukatunda 
Not just a winged being that can fly 
But a lark as well that can sing
Plaintive notes so sweet and melodious.  
My hands extend like wings 
My fingers formulating the 
Hastas-Kapitha, Hamsapaksha,Shikhara 
My feet in samapada moves softly and gently 
Like a  snow-white swan moving in calm waters. 
With Hamsasya it is the  beauty of the body 
Fulfilling the yearning of the self 
With Anjali-the palms joined together 
It is the expression of the devotion for the infinite 
With Ardhachandra-the half moon 
It is the trinity moving in three directions 
Undulating and swaying in life’s vicissitudes. 
Mukura
and Bhramara are the bees that buzz 
Around the honey filled blossoms and 
The peacock that proudly parades its hues
Is that Suchimukha pointing a forefinger
At what you are or who ? 
Pallava and Tripataka  cautions you 
To limit your desires. 
Mrigashirsha is the four legged animal 
That stands firmly on the ground
With two horns to protect itself from the unpredictable.
Slimy and poisonous is the Sarpashirsha
Yet a friend of Shiva curled around his neck
Like a jewel in the crown.
Vardhamanaka is the ultimate seeker
Of moksha- the ultimate salvation
Removing the selfish motives is Arala
And finally we hold the Urnanabha
The eternal dish of contentment and
Encompassing the eternal values in its
Katakamukha hasta – safe and secure
With Alapadma it is the expression of joy
Or Ananda- the fathomless bliss
That  all dancers strive for
Let me dance, dance and  dance
Like the bird that flies
In the boundless skies
Higher and higher – farther and farther
Into the wide blue horizon.

Geeta Radhakrishna
March 8, 2001

The hastamudras mentioned in the poem are taken from Hastalakshanadeepika

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