Backyard hills

Swimming through the sheets of green fields
strokes complimenting the trumpet rhythms of 'toots and maytals'
the 'reggae' trek prepares to render
the hill greets me with a smile
riddled in liquid dust
I wave to the
human fins propelling in the pond
approaching the gargantuan's navel
winds shifts the dust trajectory
transforming, thus I soak in welcome showers
weak rocks give away
while the mud cemented ones volunteer a boost
spidering over the grinning rocks
walking along the natural caves
dried water reservoir affirms
the ruins of a civilization
perhaps ancient ..
a sight
wraith like sculpture in polished white
contrasting the pastel surroundings
park my sneakers
now soles caressed by wet earth
as i touch the marble feet
faith enlightens.. fear subdued
turn around..
faraway scrapers like tombstones from...
the materialistic cemetary
PANIC written in epitaph
Tear taps still firmly wound
Rejuvenated..
observing the tornado of swallow birds
communicating in their elliptical paths
disoriented peace
wet mud stuck to the second skin
a testimony ... to a beautiful experience

snake walk path beckons again
god descends from the smiling hills

triumphant breath

a place that jived a tornado
under the heap of debris
a gleam in gray
shivering in the cold
still breathing a steady rhythm
a faint smile of innocence
triumphant one
He picks up the baby
and the little one makes an involuntary wrap around his neck
As if it was meant to happen
mocking the ravaged den with her smile
the God's little one...
triumphant one

Angels from Vrindavan

Instruments of gods disrupts the cacophony of crows
dry leaves from bamboo shoots tempted to welcome the musicians
Acoustics rode the chariots of wind
and i breathe in deep
for the air carrying the divine sound
blesses my breath pipe
progressive patterns mock the still breeze
fingers tiptoes on the chiselled melody
webbed in the matrix of talas, reaped by the percussions
strings knead the wood thus weaving a magical ambience
draped in white

angels from vrindavan
shone in the rising sun

Dreamreel cogwheels

The dry purple leafs succumb to welcome the visitor
for his attempt turns futile to rattle the gigantic tree trunk
the mojo fruits sway
held at the tip of the slender branches
the visitor
slave to the experience the fruit will yield
Now the fruit loosens its grip n freefalls on the being
teeth digs on the textures
allowing citric juices to rendezvous with the pheromones
as the being lays on volatile pastel shades of grass
view of the sky sports a purple tint
the cloud intimately mounts on the beacon of amour
eclipsing the sun, inspiring a silhouette
shining in the nascent light
sheets of lust bubblewraps both
Entwined, in spiritual and physical embrace
spirits guides the involuntary sway

As the Dreamreel climaxes, the cogwheels creak counter-clockwise
Rewind :)