indira babbellapati

(visakhapatnam, india)

as krishna plays on his bamboo...


melody of myriad hues
descend as breath
causing ripples in the air

from wind
to wind
is the connect;
musical
melodious...

Submitted: Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 16, 2013

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  • Ramesh Rai (7/23/2013 9:50:00 AM)

    the wind makes the music n get immersed in wind
    its vocal sound appease the listener to dance with its rytheme
    thnx Krishna choosed the flute
    to enchant his beloved Radha (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (7/22/2013 10:37:00 PM)

    Melody descends as breath. Beautiful transcending music. Please read my poem 'Compassion Flows' which has complementary feeling. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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