Thursday, September 8, 2011

Telephone


I sought your voice in every sound I heard
faltering exhalations oozing from your ‘T’ s
stretching growl in your ‘O’ s
The resonance of your name
pronunciations
enunciations
mountain wind blushing my cheeks.

And when it came one day
trickling over the crackles,
aural shooting stars among drones and statics
two lines, possibly three, you speak
passing over the  political boundary,
watery geography
Honeyed thunder, waves under a full moon  
Desert gale amidst the deafening monsoon

For a moment
The hell in my heart became boundless skies