RED

You remember the thread 

that thin ball of red?

Seeking new colours inside 

the spiral which we untied?

The more we unfolded 

the more got it tangled 

In them, our fingers entwined 

wrenched and bruised 

The more it got unfolded 

the more was it revealed 

faint and fragile, 

feeble and frail 

Wounding each other, so long we bled 

but all that remained was nothing but red 

The spiral was lost, raveled and knotted 

onto the floor, by and by, it flipped

Gone was the fancy, gone was the fetish

 in a haste that only a new love could perish!