Friends and Lovers

By Sindhu Verma

Arms sway and dance like snakes;

But they won’t embrace me.

Hands wave, come forth, resile;

But they won’t hold mine.

Fingers pierce the air between;

They even land on my parched skin;

But coldness is all I feel.

Eyes smile, with creases at the corners,

Isn't that what defines a genuine smile?

They face me but look beyond.

Lips move as if to speak;

But I do not hear a thing.

I wait some more, I even hope,

Maybe it is a matter of time...

Or maybe it isn't, yet again.

By Sindhu Verma