(Extra) Ordinary

I am not a star
No shine in me, no glitter.
An ordinary person by far
Neither too sweet nor bitter.

No extraordinary feat
No amusing stories to tell
The same old tales I repeat
Which by now, I've perfected well.

I am but an ordinary girl,
Upon mundanities I ponder.
But... I allow my life to unfurl,
The ordinary too, with wonder.

So what if I am not a star ?
So what if I don't shine ?
A rolling stone too, may go far
Without a complaint or whine.

Every thing happy or tragic
The daily hum drum around me
Have become tiny drops of magic,
God's miracles, which surround me.

Dance Again

It's ages since the feet had talked
And kissed the ground with love
The spine shook out the lazy bones,
And took on a healthy curve.

The hands moved to the steady rhythm
The feet were tapping on the ground
The hips, the waist, the thighs , the  knees,
With a happy surprise, moved around

It has been years since the body had
Moved to rhythmic Kathak beats.
Years since I felt the euphoria of
Simple 'tatkar' step repeats

A tiny flame of dancing toes
Which had almost ebbed away,
Today on reconnecting with my dance
Has again begun to sway.