The cool wind blows and whole of Vrindavan is lost in the colors on the auspicious eve of Holi and i stand alone see all happy souls from distance lost in the relations and friends i hear the sound which cool breeze produce while it percolates through the holes in my soul caused by none but by myself. trying to pick the colors to play Holi with self.... yellow i choose it reminded me of gloom these restless years have brought. pink i picked it reminded me of your eyes which went pink on my depart. red i picked and it reminded me of blood which my soul shed on seeing the indifferent and abhorrent attitude green i picked but had to leave as it reminded me of prosperity which led to treacherous assaults i prefer to sing the song of life this Holi with the smile of the sun and the dance of twilight i float in the sky in rhythm with free spirit and pretending joyous heart. i prefer my color of purity of my thoughts and my heart no matter whether Im alone or Im in a crowd...,., l ike a mad man i will sing this song of life on my own...... the stage is set and Im glad you all lit campfire to represent burning all sins and i lit a pyre of all my love and desires this Holi never to come back to this unworthy life again.
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 15:24:56 +0000
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