Crimson on my lips
a luscious sight.
Bright vermillion dot
a pious sight.
Scarlet bangles tingling
A musical delight.
Memories of a distant past
Dwindling thoughts,
Rousing fears.
A surge of warmth
Spills from my eyes
Wrong colour, wrong choice?
Why doesn’t it feel so?
Am I floating in the past or dwelling in the present.
Different chapters,
Different phases,
And yet it is all just me.
Underneath
The myriad labels
A woman
Crimson, not just desire
But hope
Vermilion, not just piety
But strength
Scarlet, not a fiery rush
But a beacon of light
The lucid white strangles all delight
Don’t place me on a pedestal
Don’t crush me under your feet
All I want is to live.
Live the life I dream of
Have the freedom
to choose, and
to refuse
I wish to celebrate
By choosing myself
Not the serene white
But I choose the fiery red
For the fire is within me
Burning bright, radiating all around
Forever and beyond
Published in the March issue of of INNSÆI journal (IJCLPH)
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