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.
