|Photo: at a Bangalore restaurant|
In my veins, she is in my blood;
Ya, the color of love is Red;
Every thought in my head
Ends with this Lady in red!
In my sweetest dreams & nightmares wild,
O' how I love this Red!
Is she a woman or just a child?
Or just a flower instead!
Full of tears and fears I ask,
With eyes stained in red -
Will she come 'fore its dusk?
Will she 'fore its dead?
I tear my heart, I tear my soul;
Will she know they're red?
Will she hold me like a bowl?
And kiss me with her Red?
I hate the night, I hate the day;
There's no rest in bed;
Like a breeze will she take me away?
I’ am a feather that’s shed!
What grace her face, a mystic place -
Where all my thoughts are fed;
She came and went, her only trace-
My heart, where her footprints tread!
She's in me, yet she's gone;
Nothing else remains to be said!
When everyone thinks, I’ am lost and done-
I'll be with my Lady in Red!
[This poem was written in 1995 and remains a favorite among my friends. ]