Blood Red April 27, 2010
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Giant crystal chandelier,
Red crystal chandelier.
Hung on the ceiling of a
Seven star hotel.
Suspended with
Wire & twine.
The wire breaks.
One by one.
The four twines break.
The chandelier falls,
But the crystals fly
towards the sky.
The chandelier crashes
against
The pure white marble floor.
The metal body lies on the floor
like an exhausted ballet dancer.
The crystals are broken
into icicles,
into constellations,
into powdered lead –
only blood red.
Gitanjali 
Beautiful imagery…yet disturbing poem. Need to read it a few more times to comprehend its full meaning.
may be there’s no real meaning… its just a feeling. Like watching things in slow motion.