USA

anish.koshy@iflexsolutions.com

Radio ga ga

The radio crackles as I wind the dial
Searching for that elusive outpost
Like fingers on the wrist for a pulse
The city folds in mysterious gloom
Leaving the waves to offer solace
Invaded by a thousand voices
Vying for attention in the cacophony
And Babel of tongues
Some distinguishable, some distant, some faint
In troughs and crests
My fingers lock on familiar sounds
Cocooned in the confines of auditory dialogues
Four senses captured in one
Accented conversations, articulate drawls
Reaching out to sponge like minds
Tugging at every string of belonging
To bring solace to distant minds

© Copyright, Anisha Koshy.
All Rights Reserved. Printed By Permission.