When We Stopped Holding Hands, poetry by Sheeba Varghese at Spillwords.com

When We Stopped Holding Hands

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?

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