Holi

Colours flying as wind blew,

Green, Yellow, Red and Blue.

Strangers asking who are you,

People asking how do you do.



Dishes of all types,

Relatives on Skype,

T-shirts torn,

Studies undone.



Water guns filled with colours,

Colours in buckets were being stirred.

Wind was blowing,

And speakers blaring.



As the sun rises,

The power of colour seizes.

Still every one is blue and pink,

Never giving a damn to clicks.



Coloured and torn dresses are left,

When the atmosphere seems safe.



New dresses are then worn,

Ready for being drown,

Again in dried colours,

In evening with each other.



Then the sky turns black,

Moons and stars come back.

Slowly everyone go back,

Feeling like a heavy sac.



But the feeling never leaves,

Ready to fight on next Holi eve...



- Raj Nandani



Hi everyone,

It's HOLI.

Festival of colours.

So nothing much to say.

HAPPY HOLI TO ALL MY VIEWERS...