The colour has no caste no religion
Just fetterless as a crowned pigeon,
The sun never marks any division
What's red, green, black or saffron.
All the colour is a single entity,
Like the author's artistic creativity;
And upon the asleep city
The moon mirrors itself - the beauty.
The colour is a life of how to live-
Taking a role of a new leaf,
It is a sugarcoated rose you sip
How orphean! Do believe.
Money is not a verb to the colour
That a poet knows very well:
A girl of not going to parlour
She is pretty still, at cottage dwell.
Quote: ““May your Holi be as colorful as a rainbow and as joyful as a child’s laughter.”—unknown
Underneath the vibrant sky,
As colors dance and spirits fly,
I sing a song of love to you,
My heart, forever painted true.
In the embrace of Holi's delight,
I'm captivated by your radiant light.
With every splash of color, I see,
The beauty of our love, endlessly.
Like the blossoming flowers in bloom,
Our love shines brighter, defying gloom.
In every hue, I find your grace,
A love that time cannot erase.
As we dance amidst the joyful crowd,
Our love sings out, clear and loud.
With every step, our hearts align,
In this celebration, forever entwined.
So let us paint our love with joy,
Like the colors that Holi employs.
In this festival of love and cheer,
Forever, my beloved, I'll hold you near.
I am almost too excited to sleep
Today Holi started
The Festival of spring, the end of winter
Celebrating the divine love of Radha Krishna
Triumph of good over evil
We will have a bonfire tonight
Where we will pray that our internal evil is destroyed
Like Holika the sister of the demon king
Who was killed in fire
I love the bonfire! I see her dancing to her death there
Tomorrow morning is my favorite time of the festival.
Rangwali Holi. Nothing like it! It is a free for all.
Everyone is game! We can smear everybody with colors.
We get out our water guns and water balloons.
Musical groups sing and dance for us.
Tomorrow night things will settle down.
We will visit our family members and eat Holi delicacies.
I love being Hindu!
Hues I see at start of spring,
Vibrant fresh blooms much joy bring;
With tints of love comes Holi,
To smear hues at each other with glee.
Date: 03/03/2022
For Andrea Dietrich's MARCH IN Poetry Contest
Using LIND30 form
HOLI
How can I color you
Color you with the hatred
Hatred that humanity holds
How can I color you
Color you with the sorrow
Sorrow that the world is bestowed with
How can I color you
Color you with the pollution
Pollution that our earth sinks in today
How can I color you
Color you with the hunger and poverty
Hunger and poverty with which our people are dying
How can I color you
Color you with the disparity
Disparity of wealth, race and gender we hold
How can I color you
Color you with the neglect
Neglect that we commit on each other
How can I color you
Color you with the shame
Shame that I carry within me
How can I color you
How can I color you!
#First written 9th March 2020
#Repetition Poetry
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Colours curdling, water washing every moron;
Out of us evil ever going and playing on
Land of character cherished by coloured lawn.
What a scene to see! Gracious glory gone
If you miss this mesmerizing festival upon
A folly. Foolish will be called such a conn.
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Holy played in school is highly pleasing crayon,
For Kinar, Aayushi, Kunal. Aryan or John.
Monorhyme has one colour, holi many micron.
Mital, Mitesh, Vaikhu, SIddhu, Saurabh are don.
This day even principal thinks to prevent throne
And join joy with teachers - see anxiety thrown.
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Songs, screams; dance, D.J.; homage and hymn on;
This day with Holika heavy burdens and sins thrown.
Cruel Hiranyakashyapa was killed; glory was won.
Kunal, Arpita, Sandeep, Amit and Shreyas on lawn
Play water and colours with cool Pari’s scone
In Jalgaon, Agra, Kanpur, Karanja, Surat or Bonn.
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
How I wish I was there.
On that sacred festival ground.
Laughing beneath the clouds of
Indigo, saffron,white and green.
Holy pilgrims in magestic places.
Often smiles upon their faces.
Long to return to be covered in
Indigo, saffron, white and green.
Inspired by and especially for Manmath Dalei.
04/04/2016
Spring field
Fun filled
Green teen
Play clean
Forties
Sorties
Sink Pink
Drink, wink
Spread Red
Hot bed
Love Fete
Soul-mate
01.03.16
Holika, commonly called Holi is a spring festival celebrated in India and neighbouring countries, at the approach of the spring season, during the 3 or 4 days preceding the full moon day in the month of Phagan. Holi is celebrated by throwing colors and colored powder in the air. Colorful Rangoli pattems are painted at doorways to houses. Families assemble around a fire throwing prasad and coconut in the fire.The Holi festival marks the end of winter and the beginning of spring.
Essentially, Holi means the triumph of good over evil and conquest of sensual values by spiritual values.
Rang = Colour
Poetic musings in the post holi-daze
Living downstairs from the centipede
one dreads the hours of waiting
for the “other” shoe to drop.
the bottom half of the moon smiled
grinning through the haze of dawn
soft glow casting soft shadows
across the glistening hoarfrost
sitting outside the homes
they once filled with joy
green brittle branches crack
under the weight of failed promise
wild spinning whirr of life’s impatience
shatters the silence of snow’s quilt
tosses the ice chips of “reality”
atop the warmth of hidden dreams.
“of what use are gloves
to fingers that comprehend
only mittens”.
In response to the question:
“How many ways up the mountain?”
Religions exert the inane belief
there is only one way up the mountain.
Opportunity no longer knocks.
It can, however, be downloaded.
John G. Lawless
Rejuvenation,
A Festival of colors-
Flowers and laughter!
Holi is an ancient festival of India,
heralding the Vasanta-ritu, the commencement
of the Spring season, a festival of merrymaking.
"Traditional Haiku, Spring" contest by Debbie Guzzi
Wash all worries in clear water.
Forget all that teases.
Leave all loads of life.
Mix all colors to make one.
Color even those you don’t know.
Scream loudly, out of joy.
Throw color and water.
Shout, enjoy and play merrily.
Make a new start,
After all this is ‘Holi’.
*Holi : An Indian festival of colors
Dt:17/03/14
Paint me,o Sun,with your
crimson hue
& make me robust just like
you;
O skies,pour some blue in me
& give me a little of your
infinity;
O pretty & colourful butterfly-
The king of colours,delight
for the eye;
Drop in me your cheerful stuff
& fill my life with joy enough;
O forests-give a little green
To infuse calmness & humble
mien;
O rainbow-the eternal
colours-shop,
Teach me the art to stay
atop;
Each colour of Nature is
beauty-filled
That saves our life like a
shield...!
The trees smile for its been a while
To see the sprinkle of colours
Bewildering shades in blues and reds
Celebrate the coming of Holi
The canvas of earth with tints of mirth
And happiness, peace and delight
Splashes of vibrant flashy hues
Spring colours abound in flowers
A full moon and people swoon
Lighting the holy fire
The crimson blaze and Holika in lace
Is devoured year after year
Holi-An Indian festival of colours
Holika- An effigy burnt in the purifying fire, an end of evil
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