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,

her strength.

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
with patience,

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,
destroying distance,
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.

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