Two Hands
The two hands together,
They enclose each other
In a solemn embrace,
And then softly part
To go their separate ways,
At fifteen past three
Held for a while at lunch
Then withdrawn,
Go round with time
And meet me at instances
Which allow us to be one,
Perhaps at six thirty
We can watch the setting sun?
Two hands so far away,
Time brings them close
Then tears them away,
Save for that sacred moment
Which lasts less than a minute;
The two hands dissolve in it,
Each folding within itself
The other ever so gently,
That even when they part
The two hands travel as if
Each was guided through time
By the sheer force of the other.
My watch has stopped,
So suddenly stops the ticking,
No more tocking,
My watch has stopped
At two to twelve,
And now the two hands
Stand still in time,
So close, yet so far,
Reaching for another in vain,
Time chooses to stop now?
Now, when it has nothing to gain.
Copyright © Saadya Saleem | Year Posted 2012
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