Walking The Crimson Road

I walk the crimson road,

With the sun shining gloriously,

Trees standing tall with leaves glossy green.

The birds are chirping,

A river of red roses can be seen blossoming as I walk this crimson road.

Beauty all around, bright and colorful you say,

I remember how you loved the spring and the beauty this season brings,

And here I’m walking in your thoughts on this crimson road.

I remember holding your hand and running endlessly on this very road,

I remember having you at the back of my bicycle, holding me with your dainty little hands.

I remember that smile and those small rose petal like lips

And how your smile would paint this small town happy and bright.

I walk this crimson road again but you are not holding my hand anymore,

I see towards my right and you are not there,

But I feel a presence, your presence.

I still feel your hand at my shoulder,

Your face looking at me smiling that same old wide bright smile.

This crimson road that I’m walking isn’t that pretty anymore as it used to be,

This road which had numerous memories of our togetherness once,

Now looks like painted with blood.

I remember that day, when I still had your hands in mine,

Where you were laughing at my not so silly joke,

Holding me tight while laughing your heart out.

I just moved to pick a rose for you from this very river of red roses surrounding the road.

And before I could decorate that red rose in your beautiful golden hair,

You were lying on the road and a stream of red river like blood flowing down your hair.

This wasn’t the decoration I thought of seeing your hair,

And nor was the pain in your eyes, your beautiful brown eyes.

And before I could pick you in my arms you were gone,

Leaving me on this crimson road filled with your blood.

I was this road again,

But its beauty doesn’t fascinate me now.

The beauty of the red rose has faded now,

The tall trees seems like hanging ghosts,

The bright sun feels dull with you not around anymore.

I still was this crimson road,

With memories of you in my heart.