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
– Vaishali
Shared with: Words Count With Mama Zen
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
I love the rhythm of your poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Charleen! :)
DeleteNicely written.
ReplyDeleteHappy Holi. :)
And btw ...
*Throws a water balloon* . :P
*runs for cover* :D
DeleteBut hey, thanks! And to you, too.
Btw, I'm safe behind the curtain of internet, right? :P
It seemed quite mysterious until you explained. I love that line: a peculiar boy/ much my age/ seems too alive.
ReplyDeleteLOL Thanks! I'm glad you liked it! :)
DeleteGood one! I would hate to be hit with one too. I imagine the kids love it!
ReplyDeleteOh, they do! They so do. -_-
DeleteThanks! :)
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.
ReplyDeleteK
Haha :P The smirk tells me, 'you're next!' Should be evil. :D
Delete"while I stand, craning."
ReplyDeleteThat is such a great line! You've really created an air of mystery.
:D Thanks, Mama Zen!
DeleteI love the festival of colors, could have done with some today
ReplyDeleteIf only I could like it that way. :D
Deletethanks 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
ReplyDeleteWhoa! Emma, I'm so glad you wrote on this topic. And beautifully, too. :)
DeleteSounds like an interesting day! Hope no one gets you - for their sake!
ReplyDeleteBwahaha No one got me. Lucky they! :D
Deletesounds like an interseting day!
ReplyDeleteAs interesting as a day can be!
DeleteHappy Holi
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sabio! To you too! :)
DeleteI love the last three lines... nice.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Margaret! :)
DeleteHa 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 :)
ReplyDeleteUgh! 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?
DeleteScary... Happy holi
ReplyDeleteThank, Ash! To you too!
DeleteThanks*
DeleteOh, the concluding lines are powerful! Very well penned..:)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Panchali ji! :)
DeleteAlways be prepared on Holi :D
ReplyDeleteIf only preparations could be enough! :D
DeleteSO 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!!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you find it beautiful. Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Hannah! :)
DeleteWow...Its Cool Imagination...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bhupi! :D
DeleteI too would like to watch from afar people throwing dirt on others.
ReplyDeleteHaha Yeah? *gives a hi5* :D
DeleteWow! That's lovely poetry
ReplyDeleteThanks, Arumugam Sir!
DeleteEnjoyed reading it. I miss this festival in States.
ReplyDeleteWhen are you planning a visit to India, Saru?
DeleteLovely poem, very "colorfully" expressed...., :-)
ReplyDeleteHappy Holi! *throws color powder in your face and runs*
Oh, now, that's unfair.
DeleteBut, thanks. :D