Wednesday, 27 March 2013

By my window



A blanket of colors
on the road, in the air,
on their skins and everywhere
while I stand clean, craning.
A peculiar boy,
much my age
seems too alive
to drench even the sun.
His eyes spot me
his face masked in color dust
yet I see him smirk.
Dammit. 


– Vaishali






Today in India we celebrate Holi, the festival of colors. Water guns, balloons filled with water and colors are a major delight for most and a nightmare for some. I like to watch people play Holi but you hit me with one of those balloons and you’ll get a pokerface from me. Nothing else. :D

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  1. I love the rhythm of your poem.

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  2. Nicely written.

    Happy Holi. :)

    And btw ...
    *Throws a water balloon* . :P

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    1. *runs for cover* :D

      But hey, thanks! And to you, too.

      Btw, I'm safe behind the curtain of internet, right? :P

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  3. It seemed quite mysterious until you explained. I love that line: a peculiar boy/ much my age/ seems too alive.

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    1. LOL Thanks! I'm glad you liked it! :)

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  4. Good one! I would hate to be hit with one too. I imagine the kids love it!

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    1. Oh, they do! They so do. -_-

      Thanks! :)

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  5. I can definitely relate to this one. I wouldn't enjoy such activities, either. And a smirk is an evil sort of smile that makes me cringe.
    K

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    1. Haha :P The smirk tells me, 'you're next!' Should be evil. :D

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  6. "while I stand, craning."

    That is such a great line! You've really created an air of mystery.

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  7. I love the festival of colors, could have done with some today

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    1. If only I could like it that way. :D

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  8. thanks for telling me it's holi today, helped me find the muse for my actual experience of colour this afternoon http://llmcalling.blogspot.co.uk/2013/03/holi-celebration-of-colours.html

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    1. Whoa! Emma, I'm so glad you wrote on this topic. And beautifully, too. :)

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  9. Sounds like an interesting day! Hope no one gets you - for their sake!

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    1. Bwahaha No one got me. Lucky they! :D

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  10. sounds like an interseting day!

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  11. I love the last three lines... nice.

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  12. Ha Ha, Wonder what you would do if you ended up in the grape crushing or tomato squashing games people play in some parts of the world :)

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    1. Ugh! I don't know. Possibly, I'll participate in the games like a valiant knight but I really cannot be sure of the outcome. Am I too scared?

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  13. Oh, the concluding lines are powerful! Very well penned..:)

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    1. If only preparations could be enough! :D

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  15. SO cool!!! I've only seen the delightful celebration of which you speak so brightly on documentaries!! The culture of India is beautiful and intriguing to me!! Thank you for this!!

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    1. I'm glad you find it beautiful. Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Hannah! :)

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  16. I too would like to watch from afar people throwing dirt on others.

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  17. Enjoyed reading it. I miss this festival in States.

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    1. When are you planning a visit to India, Saru?

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  18. Lovely poem, very "colorfully" expressed...., :-)

    Happy Holi! *throws color powder in your face and runs*

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    1. Oh, now, that's unfair.

      But, thanks. :D

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