A Night Before Full Moon And Memories Of Holi Poem by Savita Tyagi
A Night Before Full Moon And Memories Of Holi
Beautiful is the moon, just before
The night of full moon. Specially if
One can watch it late at night or
Early morning in the western sky.
I opened the back door hoping to
Catch a glimpse of super yellow moon.
Dawn is still in night's cozy cradle,
And sound of traffic is almost dead.
Mystical is serenity of darkness but
Moon is nowhere is to found.
The clouds have stepped in late night
To hide celestial beings in gray sky.
I felt the touch of soft raindrops. By the porch
Light, rain is cascading in thin silvery streaks.
though not violent enough to disturb the trance of
Majestic bare oaks or bloom of slumbering daffodils.
Even in the quietness of night
Sound of rain is barely audible.
I came to bed with an awakened self
Attentive to the mild tapping of water.
Today it is Holi celebrated in India. A jubilant
Festival of splashing colors upon each other,
And sharing of food. Night before it, the bonfires
Are lighted everywhere around neighborhoods.
Aroma of green garbanzos roasted upon
Burning wood and laughter of merry crowd
Dancing and singing around fire signals a joyful
Spirit of community celebrating spring equinox.
all this seeped out of childhood memories
To mingle with fresh and soothing sounds
Of raindrops sliding upon the windowpanes,
Dripping from rooftops and bare tree branches.
I stayed awake relishing the whispers of rain and
Of sweet memories breaking the barriers of time.
Was the magic of night lost before the sleep took
Over against my wishes? I couldn't tell.
Savita Tyagi
3.20.2019
3.30 A.M.
Quietness of night and quietness of moon both motivate sound of rain water to flow with colour of celebration. Awakened self does not sleep even in bed too as the eagerness of celebration grows more to see colours and colorful moon. Attentiveness grows much faster and we notice this natural celebration with eternal perception.
Again we feel serenity in darkness of night and light of moon. With light, rain drops give us gentle touch and breeze of spring motivates all together. Silvery moon is very calm and no violent we see either in cloud or in sky or in moon. Majestic bloom of colourful flowers have started blooming. We inhale the fragrance of celebration.
An amazing poem! The feel of joy, celebration, endearment that were etched in memory comes alive while reading this poem.It mesmerizes me.
I stayed awake relishing the whispers of rain and Of sweet memories breaking the barriers of time. Was the magic of night lost before the sleep took Over against my wishes? I couldn't tell.................................... A lovely ending to the poem on a community celebration. It so happens sometimes that even though we decide to keep ourselves awake to watch a pleasant spectacle, our resolve is subdued by sleep!
Dancing and singing around fire signals a joyful Spirit of community celebrating spring equinox. A song of Holi, so passionately and lovingly written by you, Savita ji. Kumarmani ji has already written an elaborate analysis of this poem, which i fully endorse. Thank you for sharing your exquisite thoughts on Holi......10
This poem has a bright and beautiful texture. Spirit is uplifted reading this lovely poem. Dancing and singing both fill colours in life for celebration. You have drawn a perfect imagery of moon and night. This poem is beautiful like you. Thank you Savita for sharing your lovely work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/4/2025 9:42:59 PM # 1.0.0
I stayed awake relishing the whispers of rain and Of sweet memories breaking the barriers of time. Was the magic of night lost before the sleep took Over against my wishes? I couldn't tell... ... beautiful
Thank you so much Prabir Gyaen. The impressions of early morning were simply poetic in itself.