Saturday, October 04, 2008

RED


red

the colour
flower
her frock
faded sandals
torn bag

the feeling
love
lust
passion
anger

the symbol
traffic light
crash
light dancing in the eyes
machines

beep
the sound of death

squigglesguiggle
straight
lines...

flashing red

red
the color
the feeling
the symbol

she lies dead...

4 comments:

Amu said...

the associations you've made with the colour are the obvious ones. it makes the poem nice but also ordinary. the ordinariness of the poem makes it endearing but from the person who wrote 'Wet' and 'Mooned', better performance is expected.

The Mind Bedouin said...

dear amu:::
thanks for the comment... the only reason i started a blog and remained anonymous was cos i wanted to hear completely honest comments .. comments unaffected by intimacy...
and u hav given me exactly wat i wanted... keep commentin.. lookin forward to it...:)

Anamika said...

check this out...

http://mywordshop.blogspot.com/2007/03/red.html

funny how people want to write about red so bad!

Anon...let me be... said...

:::dear vrinda:::
thanks for the link u sent... loved the poem... u hav given me a complex!!