Saturday, May 19, 2007

RED
The gulmohars are in bloom.
A red lush richness, watching over the traffic snarl grime and construction rubble.
Red. Like alta on a shy girl’s feet.
Like hinting blatant in a flamenco dancer’s hibiscus on sleek black.
Also shining red like, well, shining double-decker red.
At times a tree at ease, with space and more, festive rich.
Sometimes nudged in squeezed between two blocks of flats, window-green-window but singing red.
Startle red. Because it wasn’t supposed to be there.
Like a sudden shared thought or a swift turn in a stranger’s conversation, which wasn’t supposed to be there.
A hugged-tight secret not supposed to be known, and so it startles, and sends you ascatter, flee-mode, alert.

6 comments:

YASIN said...

http://yasinearth.blogspot.com/

shiv said...

For the first time, since I have started visiting your blogs, do I see that you have put up a title...!!! And why not?? Red is such an arresting colour...standing out to be noticed....

austere said...

yasin- thanks! left a comment, but I cant read turkish.

shiv- haven't I left titles earlier? this one must be by fluke, then...lovely red and green contrast, isnt there?

soleil said...

here the cherry blossoms have blossomed. strange isnt it how new memories of the same familiar get created? remember my post on gulmohar outside my house? now theres a bunch of cherry blossoms that go pink. and the entrance to my house is shadowed by this huge tree whose name i still dont know. :)

austere said...

Hmm that's interesting, "new memories and new but same elements", doesnt evoke deja vu but a new freshness, why so? or we are different so this is different?

mystic rose said...

hmmm...