Dialing Love Poem by Dr. Baishali Bhaumik Mitra

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.