The Fire Within Me

by Chandra Sundeep

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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