Strangers.....

they are holding hands and walking...
but their hands... are they even holding??
her fingers are slipping out of his grip
he's carelessly walking, did he even grip?
they both are looking the opposite directions
wandering uselessly without corrections.
"do u wanna talk?" she asks, not looking at him
he just looks at her, turns his face again, "hmm..."
"what do u think we r doing?" he asks...
she gives a thought, "playing a game of masks".
"are u wearing one right now?"
"no, i've managed to take it off somehow"
he again looks at her, she's gazing distant
"ur beautiful", that was the impulse of the instance.
she stops, tears fill her eyes, she doesn't know why?
"i'm tired, my love, y don't we give ourselves a try?"
now he grips her slipping fingers and holds her hand
in their eyes, they could see a terrifying quicksand.
"i want u", his voice was almost a whisper
"then i'll fight for both of us"...though she couldn't decipher.
they sat by the river, just gazing into the waters...
she leaned on his shoulder, now they won't falter...
distant somewhere the birds chirped goodbyes to the setting sun...
after the turbulence, those two strangers were, at last, one!!