Red: A Color, A Feeling or An emotion

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Recently during one of my interviews, i was asked a very strange question, which got me thinking about the color red. The question was:

How would you describe the color red to a blind person?

This is my way of explaining it.

They say my favorite color is red,
But trust me it is is an altogether different story in my head.

Red as a Kid

As a kid when I was out to play,
and every now and then scratch my knee.
The fun of continuing with the pain of the bruise
This is how the color red was introduced to me.

The teary eyes in front of my mom,
when I went back home
The love she showered on me
That was the color red in an epitome.

Red as I Grew Up

Every time I saw red somewhere around,
It makes me wanna scream out loud.

I very subtly check myself,
And finding the code I cry for help
I check my bag, I dig my closet,
Looking for my gun that will keep you in a deposit.

Whispering softly I hand you over a flower,
And capture you in a place all sour.

I know you are the ally I will later need,
But for now, I wish you were dead to me.
I sleep on my bed straight and span,
I wonder all night about your ugly plan.

Every morning I wake and check around to see
if all is well with my bed and me.

I keep visiting you in your den,
Curious about what you are up to every now and then.

Pain in the body, swings of the mood,
you make me gullible to all types of food.
And that is how my days go past,
And one fine day you leave me alone at last.

But the story doesn’t end so fast,
As next month too you’ll come to aghast.

Red as an Teenager

All is done, and good days are here
This is the time when your hormones are in a rush.

A little touch and little flick is all you want
A little attention from someone special is the red color flaunt.

Relationships and friendships are on the high,
Valentines’ Day and celebrations are all your allies.

Love is in the air,
Binging on bollywoord romcom is the new hobby
Waiting for your Rahul to arrive,
In a platform, college or party.

Red as an Adult

Life gets busy, and we all move on,
The meaning of red is lost in this run.

But then you hear the quiet whispers,
You its time and it is the wedding call.
The red lehenga and the jewelry all around,
Dressed like a doll you slowly walk down.

The red is for love and slowly anger creeps in,
This change is when life’s new phase is prepared.

Conclusion

Red is a feeling, an emotion we feel
That changes its meaning every age we reach.
So it’s difficult to explain what it truly means,
So let’s keep figuring out its true niche.

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