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.
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.
Happy Holi mere bhai!!
ReplyDeleteN yes....your poem conveys the real lesson of holi!!
Keep going bro....nice poems these are!!
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Nice work! :D
ReplyDeleteAnd Happy holi