Knuckles
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The voids in between remind me
of that propensity
pointing towards those excessive trust I embark upon
Uncontrolled insanity marked those emotions
fibbing in nerves;
it’s hard to differentiate between
the known and unknown perception,
dating back to those obsessed passions,
pressed marks vacated in haste;
leaving all of a sudden
with a kiss on the knuckle.
It somehow empowered this soul of mine,
which yearns to have you back.
My fingers intertwined with yours,
I endured the anguish
and acted swiftly;
clasped my hands together to squeeze away
the feeling of uncertainty.
Appreciable in the approach,
I saw those knuckles frozen
in the hope of rising again
sooner, to see the callus growing
in between the thickened healing of mass.
But I am forever buried in sympathy,
in the persuasion of never turning back,
not even with you to hold
between the knuckles.
Vrinda Nair is an aspiring scientist currently doing her PhD in Physics at Concordia University, Montreal, Canada. She is a published author-poet of three books. She writes on diverse themes on her blog, Solopreneur, and designs many art forms.