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

Β©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

#HOLI IT :)

Colours – to bathe you πŸ™‚
Colours – to lift you πŸ™‚
Colours – to tell your tales πŸ™‚
Colours – to go places πŸ™‚
Colours – to make you friends πŸ™‚

Colours – to read you red πŸ™‚
Colours – to colour your blue πŸ™‚
Colours – to paint you aura indigo πŸ™‚
Colours – to purple your violet πŸ™‚
Colours – to culture your yellow πŸ™‚
Colours – to shine your orange πŸ™‚
Colours – to jazz you green πŸ™‚

Holi It-1

Colours – to rain your rainbow πŸ™‚
Colours – to kaleidoscope your life πŸ™‚

Holi It-2

Splash the day – soak it in colours – #Holi it πŸ™‚

#HOLI IT πŸ™‚

Β©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

COLOURS – ON A DAY, ONCE A YEAR

Colours, dappled and clear
Flowing, floating, free spirited
Drawing random lines of joy
Meeting the careless curves
From nowhere to all around
Splashed, split in moments
Met on blurred edges

Colours of all hues
From the Full Moon sky
Descended
To paint the canvas
With uninhibited expressions
On a joyride
Sometime running amok

Colours, soft and flippant
Meeting their alter-egos
Seeking to go inside
Bursting with their emotions
In a huddle
To get into others’ souls
On a day, once a year

Colour Collage 2

COLOURS – ON A DAY, ONCE A YEAR

Β©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/