Stitches unravel
In dreams, it flies and you flirt
Enchanting, your skirt
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Typical Indian male, she says,
You want girls to have long hair.
Her's isn't.
But who cares?
I know what she means
You must have seen
'Typical Indian males'
Look for
'Typical Indian females'
Haven't you?
A brown skinned man
With a moustache
And well combed hair
A pin striped shirt
And trousers
An IT job somewhere
in Bangalore, well paid.
Looks for
A fair skinned girl
With big eyes
And long hair
In a saree
(In a studio)
Can sing, clean, prepare
meals, and is religious.
Typical?
Not her hair.
An unruly bunch
Sticking out somewhere
Or the other
At all times.
You should brush it, I say.
I should cut it, she says.
And a part of me knows
It will rue
The shorn locks
I wasn't bold enough
To run my fingers through.
Don't cut your hair, I say.
Typical Indian male, she says,
You want girls to have long hair.
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one half too small
half, yet
no more, no less
no more to confess
and sash, besides
one half too big
half, yet
not less, not more
just right
for a fireball
one half too big
one half too small
she walks the clouds
in her dreams
connected, it seems,
to another
by a sash
that ends in a bow
no prizes
if you know
that she'll answer your call
for even though
she's one half too big
and one half too small
she's complete
and that's all
...that's all
...that's all
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*kicks your chair from behind