The trees smile with their sprout
of tender leaves and blooming flowers,
Eternal nature with its transient expression.
Hails spring with ecstasy and joy!
Bewildering shades with so many tinge.
The land of beauty and greatness,
India, witnessing color of happiness and peace.
Nation come alive to enjoy the spirit
A celebration of color- Holi!
An experience of content, harmony and delight.
Holika burns amidst merriment and mirth.
Evil overpowered by love and devotion.
A festival to commemorate ‘Ras Lila’-
an enduring love saga of Radha and Krishna.
Thanks for the greetings and the lovely photographs of Minnu in Kashmiri dress. We
wish you a very Happy Holi. We are sure Minnu will enjoy the colours.
I am dreaming of playing with colors and gulal,
It is the Holi celebration after all.
I can’t play inside my home, the carpets will get tainted,
I cant’ play it in the yard, the grass and outer walls will get painted.
I thought I would go to the temple,
and enjoy the traditional Holi festivities,
Once again I am banned from playing with colors inside the temple,
I can’t play the drums and sing Holi hai outside, as the neighbors don’t like the noise.
As a kid, the full moon night before the Holi,
we had a big bonfire in the middle of little Indian City,
Next morning we will get up, make buckets of colored water,
No one in the neighborhood will be spared from colors,
When we ran out of the colors, mud, paint and coal tar,
would cover our faces in the cheerful spirit of Holi festival.
Year after year
purity of fire
is challenged by evil,
appeased with offerings
A full moon looks on
as winds stoke embers
flare flames to a flickering dance
Right in the center
of crimson blaze
sits Holika Prahlad in her lap-her arms a circle of heat
White sparks fly from her hair
eyes smolder in fury;her mouth sucks in air,
engulfs rice and wheat
smearing earth with ash.
Year after year
Holika bur to Death.
After our morning session, we came home to the big feast,
All the puas, puris, pulav, meat and vegetable curries made our mouth water.
In the evenings, we wore our new kurta and pajamas,
went door to door, played gulal with young and old,
everyone offered their best sweet treats,
That was the real Holi, now it is only in my dreams.
There was some special meaning playing Holi with girls,
this is the only day when we can get close to them with some hesitation,
the wet colors dignified their bodies,
the dry colors showed their beauty in multi colors.
Holi Mubarak Ho Ranjan Bhai
May God spray colors of success and prosperity over you and your family. I wish this
Holi is as special as it has always been. I’m eagerly waiting to relish those lovely
gujiyas prepared by Bhabhiji.