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 :)