The Hues Of Life

A loud, bustling, welcoming din resounds I reckon,

Resplendent all-embracing colours, the arrival of "the festival of hues" beckon.

Innumerable are shades of yellow, red, orange, the greens and the blues,

Indefatigable becomes the spirit whilst playing with these effulgent hues.


Colours, material they may be, do they the "colours of life" impersonate,

Reflection of the inner joy and glee they unfeigned are, dear mate.

How impeccable is the joy and the smile on everyone's face,

Bound when are two in a tight, warm, well-wishing embrace.


Much deeper do the hues run, the deep emotional fiber they penetrate,

For sweet love does with lustrous colours emblazoned a smiling face,  hate and rancor vacate.

All spite and feelings despicable, do buckets of crimson and saffron wash away so easily,

For permanence if not, but transiently atleast is brought together everyone, in a family like close contiguity.


Forget the deepest running strifes, the very vestiges of animosity eradicate,

Inundated in the million colours, do the dyes with affection and goodwill veritably intoxicate.

The dye-stained hands coming to you to your face so gently besmear,

Think you they are a skin deep painting, mere?


Yet arises in my mind a doubt so baffling,

Seen aplenty on this day are colours everyone portraying,



The smiles, mirthful, vivacious looks with joy effortlessly dripping,

The ingenuous kindness and simplicity of expressing,


Yet so conspicuously are these very colours of our daily lives missing,


That should be the very essence of life all-pervading.



Did the material hues not wash away, the facial colours too did vapourise I bet,


Why can't those gleeful expressions and exultant faces in concrete not set.

Why can't the very same hue-formed tenderness and affection for our compatriots we not proclaim,

Spraying, smearing as if each day and the "Holi-colours day were one and the same.

Shedding all inhibitions why don't we each others joy, fortitude, emotions share and reciprocate,

Restricting ourselves we are, to for each separate day a different fixed emotions template.


Come let us throughout the world our colourful vibes spray,

Let the coloured rivers flow through every street, spreading the word of unbridled joy may,

Soak up the hues, witness the spectacle as the very colours literally frolic and play,

Hope I the picturesque, vivid Holi festival comes every day.

The Covert Astute Side

Strange it seems what change, Change the constant out can bill,

Play with human emotions, bend, contort, twist them at will.

Times change, situations remodel, sees the world a transition,

Metamorphosize do people, their attitudes none too oblivious to grotesque revision.


Covered by a translucent blanket of concealed untold feelings, an unseen mask they wear,

Wonder I how the weight of such camouflaged, covert senses they so easily bear.

No longer true to themselves, let alone the surrounding fraternity, veraciously true to be they so blatantly feign,

Yet mix so efficaciously among all they do for flagrant lies,deception, aspersion today so undauntedly reign.


With such discrepancy in one's nature with time, intangible and ambiguous a person's temperament,

To trust it does obviate, leaving you in a weary predicament.

  Makes you think "A kiss today, a stab tomorrow will it be",

For that wait my friend for witness to it shall be only time and destiny.


Friends you helped graciously in their hour of need and penury,

In hope of them thanking you in your times formidable, challenging, for your magnanimity,

Now having climbed the ladder they so conspicuously in your miseries revel,

Casting you aside with profane sense of impiety like a street pebble.


A joke shared a moment ago with false promises of supporting mentally and morally,

Conned they you next, leaving an interminable remorse of ever developing close contiguity.

A mask they pose, come as friends dearer than the sweetest fairy possible,

With hearts green and selfish minds depart they doing inordinate damage incorrigible.


Be not beguiled my friends by looks and promising faces alone,

Possess the spirit to look into one's intent and soul through and through like a hole.

Root out the counterfeit lying inside you, throw off that astute mask, behold your peerless side,

And lead an impeccable life with the laws of healthy friendship humanity abide.