Crimson in me

Clouds came floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher strom, but to add color to my sunset sky-Rabindranath Tagore

It was past sunset and just perfect 

Chirpy birds and howling wind

I was contended and excited 

It was one color of all absorbed

I was smiling and at peace 

I had no reason or rational

It seemed so real and true

Time ensured to end the moment

I am not that person anymore

Some one different and old 

I am enforcing past me on me

I am resisting this change and numb

The shades of crimson intensified

what have I turned into?

Gulping the silence, playing quite

Remembering the captured 

It was grande and I was satisfied

Now I cant relate my self to that

All I do can do and been doing is

 bring some shades of me back to me!

- Aparna Bhumi