hands

Sometimes you know something doesnt belong to you.........
you wait for it to belong,
in the need and tempation to belong yourself........
searching for idle hands waiting to hold yours........
hands of the sensitive,the creative, the like minded........
and sometimes in the never ending need for those hands.........
you entangle your fingers with the ones who would never belong.........
and to whom you could never belong.........
sometimes the grip is too lose.........
so lose that you try hard so that you dont slip out......
sometimes its so hard that it hurts.......
so hard that it leaves marks.....
the run at the end of the day is the same....
like romantic films say,"i want to walk hand in hand with you forever"
sometimes shapely nails dig in the back out of passion
and sometimes the same rise and scar the face forever.........
sometimes the warm palms wipe tears.........
sometimes the same are used to slap you.....
sometimes the fingers holds the pen artistically to write love letters
and sometimes the same break the nib and write a death sentence...............
i saw a pair of hands again, walking on the roadside,fingers entangled
and again wonder what type of hands are these?????????