Crimsons Are Not For Me

A poem - Crimsons are not for me Crimsons are not for me Celluloid screen flashed for reference Pinks would be fine’- bargained my voice so meek Crimsons are not for me Be a pioneer, be a scion - inspirational women on pages caught my fancy But soon work caught my attention- squares in a form asked for my status word ‘widow’ fitted in to tee I avoided the word and wanted to flee Crimsons are not for me My inner voice knocked at me I drew a circle around the new found status and kept it safe and reserved Tears veiled the white of my eyes- the eyes which could see the crimsons and pinks Crimsons are not for me Tears washed away a little part of the circle, I stepped out of it and away from it- and a new normal embraced me I often return to the reserved circle- think I am privileged to grieve but then I look at the crimson azure and leave In India widows wear white color as a mark of losing her husband .Though white light is a combination of seven colors, this color is considered inauspicious. The word ‘widow’ has acquired negative connotations over the years. It is grim and spells a lackluster life. Don’t you think, it is a high time this term was replaced , just like visually impaired for blind or stroke survivor for stroke victim? Losing you partner is always unthinkable. It is a shattering experience and unfortunately some of our references are movies which make it even worse. Just because two individuals have lost their partner ,does not put them under the same umbrella. We all are very different with unique circumstances, so the way to cope with the loss is also different. However, even more unique is the way we figure out the new normal. White is a serene color, which is composed of seven colors and it has a special place for crimson as well. Life has all shades and we definitely are engineered to embrace it all!