Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Dialling Love ....
The ringing, the buzzing, the vibration
are her life line now.
She flies like a ballet dancer
across the room and
reaches for it like a graceful stork.
Loneliness has become a myth!
His vibrating soft voice reaches
her like a liquid bliss,
transporting her in a Utopian existence.
She laughs like wild water,
shaking her curls loose,
the resonating voice is her support,
It reverberates and trickles
down like molten lava
making her feel like a precious princess.
It wakes her up to a bright sunny morning
untangling her sleep trodden limbs
echoing hope and a pious pledge.
At the time of setting Sun,
when the golden hue makes her
stare at a far away horizon absentmindedly,
his voice whispers love and
she quietly let it seep within
filling her heart with a gentle warm wax
of passion and promise.
At times the voice will talk up a storm
in his candid expressions and
she keeps hearing, amused.
Often her listening gets
transported into an emotion;
a strange sensation of a tingling joy,
raising goose bumps in her each pore.
At night the soft murmur
becomes more yielding like a sedative,
almost a feather touch,
so fleeting and delicate that
even the dust particles in the air
might have failed to get stirred!
Then it will sing her a lullaby,
his whispering breath tenderly moving aside
the tired tendrils from her forehead,
singing her eyelids to a soothing rest.
She looks longingly, touching it affectionately
as it rings,
muttering and mumbling warmth,
putting her soul in a beautiful flower-alley.
His voice, like a tranquil lake
wipes out the fence amid reality and dream.
She soars higher, connected to the air,
her being into a bright weightless orbit,
reaching for him.
Posted by Celestial Dreamz