Red

 

hot-headed anger and passionate love
a red splotch- the kumkum- divinity.
the setting sun and its crimson rays
stop-the traffic light says.
strawberries on shrubs on a dewy morn
lipstick-the woman uses to adorn.
blood that trickles down from a vein
at the butcher’s- when a throat is slain.
the fragrant rose-lover’s gift,
lips that part in a smile
blushing cheeks-head bowed, mind
in love, and in love blind.
waving cloth-the bulls’ fright.
juicy tomatoes and apples to bite
and the rainbow’s end, and the forest flowers
that little red riding hood picks.
and fiery flames that reach dizzying heights
they lap up everything in sight.

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About meenavid

Pensive thinker. Jumping bean. Loud thoughts. Loudmouth. Extreme. Ordinary. Twenty and something but what the heck, still a kid. Make a happy mess everywhere- or not. Indecisive. You see? Sigh.

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