So in India we celebrate this festival called Holi to mark the victory of good over evil. This isn’t just a festival of colours. But it’s a festival of all the good, the reunion, the love, the friendships and bonds. This poem is a small verse of something I wrote on the same occasion in 2014.
Red, green, yellow and blue
The colours in the air remind me of you.
That splash of a bucket full
We looked so shabby yet artful.
That hard hitting water balloon on my back still gives me the pain
I can so imagine it will happen again.
Those hairbands, scarves and caps we used to cover
Are still lying coloured in my shelves cover.
I still remember your white pants
That turned from yellow to orange to red to amaranths.
Oh my God! The festival is back
I can already feel a wet back.
Now that I see these colours around me
I can’t forget the time we spent together, you and me.
Hope these colours shower on you like they always did
And they make you outshine, like you did as a kid.
Let these colours make your life’s ways more jolly
I wish you a very happy Holi!