Megha Sood writes

RED

red the color of the rose
red the color of your lips
red the color of your tongue....
red the color  of your heart......
red the color of your passion.....

― Marina G. Roussou 

 

--Julian Laurent

As you drip through my fingers
like a naked truth
and I hide you
behind all the shameful veils
like a proverbial truth
you exist
and flow in my veins;
you carry the life inside
while the giants boast of mortality;
you are a sign of courage in the war
adorning a victory scar
turning into a grandiose reality;
a sign of new beginnings
for a blushing bride
a sign of novelty;
you give the reason
for celebrations
with the harvest reaped
so grandly;
you are always
deemed
a sign of prosperity;
you are a sign of pubescence,
with a nod
open up the door,
to the new realms
for the little girl
turning into a woman
oh! so gently;
define the beauty of the
rose
shaping its effervescent beauty;
assign the royalty
to the royals
with every thread
in the tapestry;
a salutation by the setting sun
spreading the love
passionately;
hinting at the passion
in those blushed cheeks
you define love radiantly;
you, the color “red”
are the mightiest color
in all the spectrum
I believe.