Happy Holi - Different Folks Different Strokes. Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Happy Holi - Different Folks Different Strokes.



Let me color you all,
With the spectrum infinite,
Our eyes did not evolve to see.
Beyond the VIBGYOR
Into the infinite your.
Happy Holi.

Let us dance, sing and melt,
Into the Colors that earth blooms,
With the onset of the springs youth,
I the man, you the woman,
Radhe and Krishna,
Together the whole of universe,
In its singular bloom.
Happy Holi.

Let us rock, let us jive,
Spray each other with wanton delight,
Take a brake, from the Worldly gait,
Tired of spewing venom,
Lets make love, with Colors
You and me,
Under the blue skies of ours.
Happy Holi.

Let us drink, let us stink.
Whiskey in blood, vodka in mud.
Beer cans on the road,
Plastic bottles to add more show,
Let us all forget our selves,
Let you forget you,
There is no me, no you.
Happy Holi.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Holi is a festival of Colors. Like all festivals in the great Bharatavarsha or India, there is always a bit of mythology or a story associated with them. This was before the press evolved and hence to carry the meaning it needed a vehicle to be embedded. The mythology was just a vehicle. As it normally happens, marketing is always sharp, and with time, this strategy perhaps failed because the story became the message and its purpose of being a pure vehicle got a little defeated.

The core concept of Holi is to dance with the commencement of Spring, Spring the change of season is again a metaphor, it commemorates the change of a mindset, a change from self to all embracing, seeing a commonality extending from your own limited boundaries to all, everything.

Happy Holi to all.
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Hardik Vaidya

Hardik Vaidya

Mahuva, Gujarat, India.
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