When We Stopped Holding Hands
written by: Sheeba Varghese
The floor was set in mahogany brown
With the silent chandelier hanging down
Gushing over a yellow warmth as we danced,
But the music ended when we stopped holding hands.
Rhythm, our turn style swayed with ease
To analogies of lovers who did as they pleased,
Twirling in fantasies lived, and not plans,
But the music ended when we stopped holding hands.
Did humdrum of the days seep in too deep?
Or was it the menacing race of life,
Preceded by the ordinary slumbers and rants
That paved way for bereaved and yearning hands?
Was it then numbing or just a disquiet
When we moved on to other people and sights?
Or could it be, that we’re living in the angst
And memories of those perfectly entwined hands?
I'm a highly motivated educator and professional with a love for writing. I'm a voracious reader and versatile with words. Having taught English language, linguistics, English literature and World literature at undergraduate level and school level, I'm well acquainted with different writing techniques (research/academic), variety of fictional writing from each literary age, and the socio-political atmosphere that affects the production of each genre (fiction, poetry, autobiography). I have also worked as an editor for HelpAge India and proofread and edited articles for senior sections in my previous role as a school teacher. As a coordinator for Children’s International Film Festival (CIFF) for Grade 10 at OOEHS (Dubai, UAE), my responsibilities were inclusive of (but not limited to) collating, editing and submitting scripts for short films.
Latest posts by Sheeba Varghese (see all)
- When We Stopped Holding Hands - September 28, 2022
- The Walk - February 24, 2021
