Wish 'twas my red

Niraj wrote a poem, he says.

I want to share it, say I.

Does it mean something to you too, I wish he asks.

And I don't reply...

I am waiting...

waiting for a dot of vermillion,

to appear on her forehead..

and no, it won't be my hand..

which make that blessed dot.

The red of vermillion

will redden her face...or will she blush..

no..no..will I blush?

will I blush from my Shame.

Shame 'cause I will be the one,

who failed her

and one, who wouldn't bare his soul to her..

The red of vermillion

will remind me of my red dreams..

red with passion..red with romance...

and red with red "the stop sign".

stop, so as to save my soul from the shame

'cause it's naked

it's naked in the harem of world

where eveyone is bathing.....naked

and none of them are aware of this...

And I am such an ingorant..

who knows that he doesn't know

that he's naked....

The red of vermillion,

will remind me of the blood...

Blood that stains the bedsheet on that night.

...on that night of bliss.

Wish I could own the bedsheet, which you stained.

Wish I could....

- Niraj ( http://mukammal.blogspot.in/2007/01/so_117032687965111773.html )

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