Red

These are a few rather beautiful poetic lines written for me…
My most perfectly detached turned lovable room mate, friend, sister, support in Delhi to who I owe a lot of me that is and a lot of me that I was and am glad am not anymore…
Thank you Deb, for drawing this little painting out of me through words and through the colour I love most…


With my burning desire, let me be red,
The symbol of fecundity…
In its each drop is life…
Ardent… potent… passionate…
Blazing hearts afire…
On the alta smeared feet…
In the niche of all’s existence…
As crimson… vermillion… brick…
Let me be the impetus for change.