HAND • by Aarthi Gunnupuri


After much deliberation,

a hand makes a calculated move

towards another hand.

Only to find, that

in this instance,

thought has been quite unnecessary.

There was nothing

casual about the palm faced outward,

resting on the seat a few inches

away from the thinking hand.  

As if something light and beautiful

was placed in the centre.

Two rose petals, or a feather.

What the thinking hand

liked in hindsight was that

this gesture was not one of

obvious interest, but patience.

Playing it cool,

yet saying it openly,

Displace the petals,

that only you and I can see.

Then the patient-cool hand clasped

the sweet, considerate hand, sweaty

from ‘Should I?’ ‘Should I Not’ thoughts,

congratulated the tentative grasp.



Aarthi Gunnupuri has been an advertising copywriter and freelance lifestyle journalist in India. Her work has appeared in Indian/Asian editions of Vogue, Marie Claire, and CNN online, among others. She currently works with an animal protection group and is a graduate student at the London School of Economics.

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Posted on February 13, 2013 in Humour/Satire, Poems
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  • reema

    Enjoyed reading this!

  • David

    Pretty cool. Made me think.

  • http://seaviewwarrenpoint.wordpress.com Marion Clarke

    Different! I enjoyed this.


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