Open-Mindedness

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March 11, 2012 by rakesh kumar pandey

The half-opened door creaks;

And, I bring in for her,

A lingering love

Filled with aromas of

Four o’ clock. Shyly,

She slips into her bridal gown

 

And I am left to see only a part of her-

Mixed with layers of dried apricots.

The hue of her lips have darkened

And the brassiere peeks wearyingly,

She adjusts it in embarrassment but fails

To beat her bulging breast;

Bangles are like buzzers at night, I say,

As she starts to take them out.

 

A very weak moon-light suggests,

The time to make love may end soon.

 

Impatiently, I let my hand unpin her braid,

To which she asks-

“What if I say, I have done…

 

My fingers freeze,

The eyes blinded in rage

As her hair loosens upon my face, and

I falsely maintain a silence before it breaks.

                                                        …it before?”

 

“Truthfulness or treachery?”,

I manage to ask,

And she had her answer ready

 

“I knew open-mindedness is a myth”.