The lovers have changed….
maybe into someone inconclusive,
who’s as complex as a conundrum,
yet someone we want to solve and fall apart….

There is a false in that fidelity,
we haven’t really thought of spending it till eternity,
yet, could you still accomplish it in the name of my
carnal myth…?
Oh lover, I question you,
but not your reverence….
At least stay with me until dawn,
Mark my fallacious desires,
Cure them with your demons…

Once called the epitome of magnificence,
have now, parted ways to the unknown…
what did all the fret fetch these lovebirds..?
*Touch-wood*, was the only thing they swore…
the only thing they had faith in, but love!

These foxy beauties that I possess,
Exemplifies the woman in me,

The fierce,

The fiesty,

And the doughty person that I am…
It’s not just a mere shade,

Scarlett epitomizes the self-reliant Jane or a Judy in each of us…

From personifying the premier woman to the one on the red light…

It has infested optimism in all of them,

To be the most irresistible,

Yet unflappable…
From a bride’s lips to her,

Wedding saree,

And from her Sindoor to being a tone in one of her shoe,

The colour red has celebrated womanhood such gracefully.