The Voice With A Face Poem by Soumi Mukhopadhyay

From Monday to Friday, each weekday.
Till waking upto writing code, each hour
A voice, a tune runs in my mind.
Different words, different lyrics with rhythms summed up in one go!
Morning turns party mode, having dancing myself in head.
The monotonous traffic, the journey to drag our self to work,
Gets a few hiccups and pass with flying colors because of you people perhaps!

With a coffee in hand, ear plugged in ears and we all are running against time,
Trying to complete a whole lot in the scheduled time.
In those tea breaks, in those long office bus journey, with you people on air,
Little bit relaxes us, andgive us a "US " or just ‘ME" time.
Sometimes just a rhythm plays in our heart,
Or just you wanted to dance,
Or just some advice or just a desire to listen to someone's advice.
A voice we hear,
It's a way to cheer,
The world of creativeness and imagination perhaps,
Till now it was a voice without a face.

Today was the day of the revelation.
That morning vibes, my morning coffee companion,
Was a human library in all.
From 7 to 12 on air,
The radio jokey or RJ was live in our work premise for an hour.
A voice now has a face,
A speech now had expressions.
An action now had reaction.
The voice spoke without rancor,
I sojourned for those thirty minutes in captivation.
With a coffee in my hand,
Again tomorrow I will be waiting for the voice with a face now to take me to a journey of unknown content in whole.