Red.. Was her favourite colour.. The colour of her wedding card Of the vermilion showcasing her marriage Of the bindi on her forehead Of the lipstick of her favourite brand Of the rose, she always kept under the pillow Of the saree her mother gifted Of the fingernails always polished in red She never changed colours. Red.. Soon became the colour Of her eyes crying hours at night, and Of her blood that drained out of her wrists On one fine red evening. Her room all stained in red Where no one was caught red-handed People said, married life to be colourful For her.. It was Red Always Red. *The poem was originally published in the second edition (June 2018) of With The Coffee (Click here to download your free copy of the magazine).