Long Diwali Poems
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The rainbow covered the sky
In the open night,
While the moon gives
Its smile to the
Figures dancing beneath
Its light.
A million miles of memories
Are connected
To the hopeful dream
Laying ahead of us.
With diyas lighting every corner
Of the streets,
The temples glow to cast out evils.
The smell of sweets runs
From family to family.
Under the swaying balloons
And flying lanterns,
Tribes become a family
Offering puja.
The children bow with
Excitement
To receive their parents’ blessings.
When light conquers darkness
In this hopeful night,
Lord Rama’s return to Ayodhya
Is witnessed.
His victory over the demon
King — Ravana — is proved,
With music playing,
Families sharing with friends
And strangers,
While Lakshmi prepares
Wealth and prosperity
For her children.
As a little girl born free
I’d like to think what I’ll be
When I cease to be called baby
And grow up to be a lady
Should I become a famous star?
Travelling in my expensive car
Acting has been my forte
Mamma says I’m going astray
Maybe, a housewife sounds good
Doing my daily chores as I should
Before my in-laws I’ve to be coy
Which will give them immense joy
Or, lie in a hammock all the day
Papa says it’s the best way
To remain happy and strong
In relaxing there’s nothing wrong!
Irrespective of what I think
Happy Diwali is on the brink
Best wishes to one and all
I hope more rain doesn’t fall.
End
You’re gone — that’s what everyone says,
But my heart still forgets, most days.
My mind still dials your number first,
Whenever the panic inside me bursts.
You don’t pick up… you never do.
Silence answers — not you.
Jaipur again — I’ve come this year,
They say, “Celebrate Diwali here.”
I went to your house today…
Your clothes still hang the same way. I stealed two of them ..
Your expensive black perfume — Good Luck —
Still breathes softly in every nook.
Every lane of Jaipur whispers you,
Every chai stall, every sky-blue hue.
Bhaiya yaar,
Why did it have to end like that, haan?
This city was home because of you,
And him… now both are gone too.
What’s left here for me to call mine?
Even comfort feels like a lie this time.
I want your voice again —
“Princess, listen to me, eat something.”
“Princess, one photo please…”
“Princess, want coffee? I’ll make it sweet.”
I want them all back —
Those words, that care, that track.
No one to make my salads now,
No one to make perfect my coffee somehow.
No one I can hit and laugh with, and never get beaten .
No one who’ll stay, no matter the myth.
No one who listens for 24 hours straight,
No one who knows my soul’s weight.
You knew me more than I ever could,
Understood the silence no one else would.
And now I sit here, breathing slow —
Bhaiya, please… don’t leave me so.
Here comes the most lovely festival !
The decorations and diyas look mystical !
It all starts with prayers and bursting of crackers!
Sweets and savouries enhance our hor's d'oeuvers!
Age old traditions and customaries , are scientifically beneficial !
With the changing world, lets make it strategical !,,
Let's enjoy the spirit if diwali,
Also considering the environment and other creature's,,,,Anamoly !
Let's not pollute the environment,
Burst crackers with acceptable decibels as a commitment !
This world is indeed a beautiful place,
Let's unitedly celebrate the festival of lights with grace !
Happy Diwali all ??
Happy Diwali friends
As golden orb descends in dainty steps to invite
black darkness to embosom the sky at night
on this joyful eve of 'The Festival of Lights,
amidst dangling artifacts - a common sight,
my simple clay diya radiates light so bright:
glowing and gleaming steadily despite
swaying gently in soft wind after twilight -
and gently whispers Divine wisdom to enlight
our souls with the bliss of purity of the right
and in its warmth, may the spirit of goodness alight
and dispel the gloom of hatred and greed - to ignite
and invoke the holy spark of Truth in delight
Date: 11/4/2021
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 18 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
You kindle the lamps
Little earthen bowls
Holding circles of mustard oil
Wicks like snouts of desire
The sober flame radiating rosy heat
Smell of ripened wheat
I get my book
Under the leaves of the light
Words snuggling in delight
The dissolving nights recede
Your pent-up poems, all freed
You become the words
Swords disappear
Mightier pen gets prepared
The lamps in the corners
In triangles and tweets
Light on the lips of darkness
Salvador Dali
It is poetry of Diwali
Smileys hovering in the air
Scented light from your hair
You kindle the lamps
Taking light
From my candle-hand
Blushing eyes command
Compelling lamps
Twinkling stars in courtyard light up the sky,
On an absolutely dark moonless Diwali night ,
Sprit of festival comes in alive !
Everyone looks glamorous, in best of attire,
Colourful lights and candles glow bright,
Twinkling stars in courtyard light up the sky !
Warm Embrace puts an end to enmity and satire,
Sets off every mood exactly right,
Spirit of festival comes in alive !
Colour display of crackers, no fight fire with fire,
Exchanging sweets and gifts gain new height,
Twinkling stars in courtyard light up the sky !
Beauty in ideas beyond diamonds and sapphire,
Vast hearty emotions walk in equal delight,
Spirit of festival comes in alive !
Return of Lord Ram to Ayodhya we celebrate,
Worship of Goddess Luxmi, prosperity to plight,
Twinkling stars in courtyard light up the sky,
Spirit of festival comes in alive !
Written on 7/5/14
Sponsor- Charlotte puddifoot
I am lost in a haze of fear,
As your words flow from my eyes,
Inflicting sharp pain in my fragile heart,
While you remain distant and indifferent.
You sit beside me,
I can feel the shape of your presence,
Yet I am engulfed in solitude,
Alone in a space filled with shadows.
What do you name this strange paradox,
When you are near but never truly mine?
I reach out, but you elude me,
Lost in the emptiness of your absence.
Love should fill every home with light,
Yet a flickering false glow haunts my door.
“Diwali” graces our dwelling,
But I wear a weary, sorrowful smile,
Tired of the charade,
Exhausted from feigning cheer.
Like a street dog
Corruption runs miles and miles
to ensure it’s bread
with meat, chicken & fish
for drinking only milk,
And.........
If it will get a chance
It becomes a monster
which may eat you,
Your hand, leg, lungs, lever,
even your heart and soul.
Your family, society & country;
Your stature, name, fame everything
Digesting all your goal.
Standing on the top of mountain of money
It paints darkness
on the carcass of sky in day.
It enhances darkness of night
erasing all the crystal rays of moon
bringing water from drain of hell.
It tries to dig trance for light
on the lap of deep darkness
without giving any alarm
without ringing any bell.
It waits after preparing cemetery for them
Those, who are standing in queues
in front of his door,
keeping a thought to be rich making others poor.
Sometimes corruption stretches its wing
and becomes bullet of gun,
Enters into the chest of soldiers; just like rain,
Burns our soul, creating unbearable pain.
It enjoys life,
witnessing “Holi” with blood,
Celebrating “Diwali” with light of explosion,
Greeting Christmas, offering a bottle of poison,
And welcoming Id with a pot of tear of human.
Playing hide & sick with time,
It snores; sleeping on the bed of tears,
And paints glimpse of war & terrorism
staying in the house of death
having no windows and no door.
Cemetery cries enchanting the voice
fixing the warmth soul of every martyr
with a tight hug under the chest,
Collecting every tears of motherland
within the soul, wishing our best.
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• ‘Holi’ is the festival of color & ‘Diwali’ is festival of light, celebrated in India.
I'm a baby.
I move constantly. Amazingly constantly.
And I flutter hard. Amazingly hard.
Why?
Because I'm rehearsing.
I'm rehearsing moving like I mean it.
I'm rehearsing being strong like oak trees.
I'm rehearsing dancing like butterflies.
I'm rehearsing for rolling.
I'm rehearsing for sitting.
I'm rehearsing for crawling like little explorers.
I'm rehearsing for walking like big kids.
My arms pump like tiny engines.
My legs kick like happy swimmers.
My brain lights up like Diwali morning.
Why?
Because I'm rehearsing.
I'm rehearsing coordination like orchestra music.
I'm rehearsing balance like tightrope walkers.
I'm rehearsing grace like flowing water.
I shake like maracas.
I wiggle like puppies.
I flutter like spring leaves.
Amazingly joyful.
Amazingly determined.
Amazingly ready.
Why?
Because I'm rehearsing for the moment
when I get to stand up
and dance through the world.