HOLI DAYS..

That blue of ball pen refill

That violet of maddening thrill

That green of a hazy sheen

That red of a messy sixteen
That yellow of permanence

And that black appearance

That white of a subdued peace

And that mix of splashed piece

It would always be a family time

When Holi would be at its prime

Though I didn't love chemicals

But as there were no herbals

There was no other way out

But to give in their bout

Yes, they were the traction

The guys from my location

Refusing to leave my trail

Until I joined their rainbow rail

And once I would be on board

I would be one in the hoard

Be it a ball pen refill

Or even the chemical bill

It was an annual spectacle

That I viewed as debacle

It was an annual struggle
That I won like some truffle

Those were the Holi days

Their umpteen mundane ways

When it was a bit Kafkaesque

And it was a bit Supermanesque

When I would say no to say yes

And I would finally find my brush

To spend some time together

To think on its 'ifs and buts' later

Yes, it would finally be my time

When Holi would be at its prime

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey - http://severallyalone.blogspot.com/