The Fence ...

( A female perspective ...)

I found him adjusting the disturbed table cloth;
and having a glance at every subtleness of the decoration;

He open heartedly invited the guests,
with a living anxiety, fear of the approaching beautiful time...

I was excited with all the preparations, the week long shopping spree,
My pals added up the joy for the occasion with the secret talks and jokes,

Though I made fun of girls who cry at this occasion,
whom I thought are still not modern at heart;
This time I found myself in the same cage, as if I gulped some truth to digest...

Never understood; why I suddenly felt an additional bondage, with all the things besides me ...

And I realized my recipe in the kitchen, in the middle of my thoughts,

I saw him watching me with contented eyes ; in between of his newspaper updates;
I advanced towards him with a blank mind, and managed to disturb him; by plucking a grey hair from his half bald head;

He pinched me back with a complacent on his face,
And I landed up with a smile with droplets in my eyes ...

I looked back at the distance ; I moved from kitchen;
I felt as if punched by, a calming thought; a self-assurance ; a soothe;

And a feel ; "I took these many years, to cross this barrier to perceptive... ?"

~Abhi