Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase "each other" doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi


Saturday, April 16, 2011

Red

The red of the gulmohar is the red within u and me
While u are away to bring red i stand here,
Not knowing the changing seasons,
Ignorant of the moving time,
Passers by come and go,
They try to make my gulmohar bloom
But mine will blossom only in the warmth of ur red...
And here i wait... not knowing the change in seasons...
Bring me my red
Because the red around me is no longer red...

1 comment:

Red Handed said...

Red defines so many emotions..worldly and eternal!!....the feelings of a woman!!...beautifully crafted!