Colours...

I was clad in red just like you

My hands anointed with henna

My feet heavy with anklets

Bangles tinkling in my hands

Filling his heart with music

I felt his hand around my waist

And his lips on mine

For the very first time

I had blushed too

Under his longing gaze

While people milled

Around us for days

The colour, the celebration

The joy and the elation

posing for pretty pictures

standing in front of mirrors

It all has been mine

With grace divine

Don’t shy away

From me, friend

Do understand

That Just because

I now wear white

And you red bright

You turn your face

away from me today

Your today was mine

Just yesterday

my today could be yours

Maybe tomorrow…

Two sides of the

Same picture are we

It could have been you

Instead of me.