A leggy lass, showing off,
in a short, red dress
in no mood to hold back,
her excessive sass,
rubbed him in a way wrong,
as if by chance.
Everything for sometime
went haywire,
his long held views on girls,
on what should they wear,
the oomph factor
and its upper limits
the matter of taste in make up,
all those he thought
no focus of men folk
were shaken to the root.
How strange he feels,
when he now looks back
every single piece,
fell right in place,
in his jig saw puzzle,
that reminded jumbled
all that long.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 10:07 AM UTC
A leggy lass, showing off,
in a short, red dress
in no mood to hold back,
her excessive sass,
rubbed him in a way wrong,
as if by chance.
Everything for sometime
went haywire,
his long held views on girls,
on what should they wear,
the oomph factor
and its upper limits
the matter of taste in make up,
all those he thought
no focus of men folk
were shaken to the root.
How strange he feels,
when he now looks back
every single piece,
fell right in place,
in his jig saw puzzle,
that reminded jumbled
all that long.
*Zen- dropping illusion and seeing things without distortion created by own thought
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