We- The Known Strangers! Poem by Manisha Malani

There was something that made music in between our lines,
Something that stepped up in between as we stood,
There was a magnetism that pulled and that repelled
Our eyes said the gist and our words fumbled for stories…
The past was it, which was lingering in the now
We couldn't carry it to tomorrow and struggled to keep it out! !
The lines we drew a while ago, seemed to vanish in the dark,
The lines which we didn't want to see, were still keeping us apart…
As we pretended and we posed, to make sure we didn't look weak…
Our laughter seemed to laugh upon our each failed attempt
As we tried to get under some other skin...
As we tried to get under some other skin...