Red Riding

The drop of red

I was drawn to,

between your brows,

while in haste,

through the morning haze.

Ye play hide n seek,

while I just

ride n seek.

Right beside fields,

where dust from yesterday

barely get time to settle,

for they build, obsessed,

concrete storeys for women,

muscle stories for men!

The Green Signal

Let the creepers climb,

freely, up the walls,

and kill the gloss,

the made up beauty,

powdered light brown,

decked in rouge n blush,

and some fine talc,

the Taj Mahal white.

Damn the surreal estates,

cover it with moss,

till the signals turn green,

till we glow bright and right.

Then we will make love,

breathing hard

the fresh n scented

alien air.

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