Colours

Golden rays slant across a new dawn
Bathing ecstatic skies in glowing pink.
The misty air tinted with variegated hues.
Strong jets of colours,
Sprayed in celebration of a harmony,
Piercing, for those few frozen moments,
Facades of social constructs;
Dissolving egos of the whimsical;
The malice of the embittered.
And washing them away.
But for a few frozen moments…

Holi.
Splashes of colours on an unfurling canvas,
Dispelling sorrows of a buried yesterday
And agonising waits for an uncertain tomorrow.
Where the past is lost
In the haze of a misty reflection
And the future, merely inchoate
Forms of nascent blotches.
Colours.
Imbuing all in the pervasive present;
An abstraction of timeless joy
Evolving in the ephemeral.
When in them each finds
His own shade of meaning.

The Private shoots a jet of red and smiles;
The red of today is clean of anguishes
Of a comrade beyond the barbed wire.
Children gambol in raw shades of innocence,
The leaves of their virginal books
Untouched by moths of time.
The young man showers the redness of love
And the girl blushes a dripping crimson.
The pained lover shoots out a vernal green;
The envies of yesterday are long truncated.
Though he can touch people with colours today
The pariah touches hearts with but colourless water;
Three silent drops of prayer;
Water that cleanses coloured shirts;
Coloured shirts of coloured souls.

And the young widow huddled in a dark recess
Looks out and sighs a forlorn muse,
“Life is still colourful, isn’t it?”
And her soft pink lips purse into a wry smile
With the rainbow’s sarcasm at passing showers
And stop the eye’s colourless salty stream.
For the rich daub of red on her forehead
Turned that day to the grey of ashes
Left of the flaming pyre of her dissolute man.
And the world robbed her of all colours but two
And the white hood of her white saree,
Now veils her world of endless black.

- posted by Dileepan @ 12:31:00 am

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