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Sunday, March 27, 2011

The girl from Dwarka


When she walked into the metro cab
The enticing fragrance spurt
Her plump hips were apparent  
And the voluptuous extent striking.  

I was standing by the door opposite
Cornered and busy in my thoughts
Deciding my preparedness
For the weekend test.

Her mom approached me
And asked to spare the corner
She was aged and looked tired
So I facilitated her comfort.

I threw a glance on the daughter
Profound eyes and fair skin
But she ogled as if alerting
‘Dare you not smile and accost back.’

I could read the unease
Her sneaking around, then letting go
Her hissing into her mom’s ear
And then twirling her cheek.

But I got to know
The tenderness that lay within
The infantile heart that lingered
Yearning a mature look.

I turned away for a while
Trying to find some distraction
Letting me go of her thought
But all invain and I flipsided again.

I wished to talk to her
Know her, care for her
But an announcement followed
And I had to deboard.

Still I can feel her aroma
Gaunt but fresh
Still I can feel her inveigle
Goading me to her exploration.

1 comment:

Simran said...

Hmm...It sounds like an incident, but really you expressed it so nicely :)

Keep Expressing :)