Bright, mesmerizing, enchanting, Be it a bride’s dress,a lover’s heart or a lonely flower. Blazing beautifully everywhere, the color red you are.
The day I was born Swapping down the uterus wall of my mother’s womb. You were the one who nourished me The colour of my mother’s blood, the colour red you were.
When I turned sixteen, You were the rose presented to me. Stolen from the garden of Adonis The song of a lover’s heart, the colour red you were.
Sooner they realized my growth, I was a burden,a duty and a responsibility. And once again you were the colour of their fulfilled duty, The colour of my veil and vermillion The colour red you were.
Now you were the colour of my ordeals the colour of the love endowed with lust. Of the stream of blood running down my parts You were now The colour of those patches over my beaten body. The colour of my fearful dreams even on sleepless nights. You were the one whom I despised most The colour red you were.
Let the poppies be a sole reminder of those who went before us. ‘Lest we forget.’ On this special Remembrance Day, a day to celebrate those battlefield fights. In Remembrance of a soldier that give all from his heart, fighting
My steamy and red lips are craving for your hot kiss you kiss them with warm breathe and let them land on my lips where colorful horizon exists you kiss them very softly very gently Like a crazy and mad
My name has been written in a piece of letter, waiting for me to come for a warm conversation. I was lost… I was swimming into the imagination of the melancholy. Leaves were embraced in the street. It was autumn.
blemish of the needle in eye spreads: do you still see the moon in the hills, outstripping the aura of midnight? resilient, waiting for a renaissance, for a finger on the lips in dark, to read the symptoms, feeling floral
I gaze at the glinting red possession which is cemented into my palm. The shining red light lures me, The smooth touch delights me. A dark blinding shadow slowly peeks, handing the glossy fruit into my custody. “Have it, my