One Strange Moment of Inconsequential Inspiration

The title is self explanatory. It was one of those moments that enraptures you. These moments can be as varied as seeing the Titanic just touching the iceberg to something as mundane as someone being punched in the gut and the grin turning to a grimace(in the middle of a joke for example). Time stops on these occasions and the the instant is seared on your mind. These seconds of infinity makes one wonder at the compressibility of time. This post was written a couple of months ago and the memory is something I keep as a snapshot.

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She sat still and all alone,

The beautiful slender hands covered her face,

Her torso was slightly bent forwards,

Those locks fell loosely around her face

And caressed her hands.

She sat still in that posture for

An ephemeral entirety.

I tried in vain to see beyond her

Captivating hands but they had filled her features,

Her hands told a story that

Probably her eyes couldn’t capture.

The veins of her hands stood out slightly,

Her hands didn’t clench the face but

Was placed lightly on it as if a

Work of a divine sculptress.

Through this blur of movement,

Sat she calm – the deity of distress silent.

Her hands with the long fingers,

Ending in natural pink halfmoons,

Twas like a river dissolving the grief of her mind.

It felt like she was channeling her sorrow

Onto her palms, and from her palms to

Whatever she would touch next..