I Feel Red

Cheerful in love
Or confused mauve?
With a pink blush
To feel him,i rush.
Thorns of roses hurt
For love pervert.
Blood a pinch,
And tear an inch,
The voyage was strange.
Made a lurid change,
That i cant view,
Not even dark few.
Where paths never meet,
The colour,there greet.
Though much pure.
Bt of no tenure.
I am left wid thirst;
Blood quenches the burst.
My lips fade to blue;
Toxication without clue.
Rescued to an oblivion,
Where i breath on.
Today,I feel red;
Both alive and dead.

-Nivedita Kayal