Anuya Rane

Pitch dark silence… Dark inside… dark outside…
Pulse raises… heart rejoices… 
Rhythm settles…
A streak of light guides the path
Soul takes the lead for the heart to follow…
Body makes its way… Fills the space

Formless canvas bears forms… 


The sight of an alluring open space, the touch of warm light rays,
The sound of music, the smell of the enticing void,
The taste of sweat,

such is the pleasure to the senses, in a mysterious space…
The stage.