Sad, Festival
Holi A festival of emotions full of colours, makes A Rangoli of life. But hear I see only dark Of dispair. Heart longs for the sight Of a face that turned to ashes. A canvas of good memories, Now covered with deep blue. Eyes wet they only see blury. The chest hurts, as the messages come "Happy Holi" they say. "Enjoy" they say. The thunder Shines and roars, But even it can't scare me After seeing flesh and bones burn. Burn into my eyes, This sight, of a dead face. No matter how loud I screem. No one will hear. No one will help, No one warms this broken mind and heart Drums beat, laughter screems, I hide, I plug my ears, And lay down. Lat down Holding a warm and soft gift. Only to have a golden dream. A.V "Watery tears have washed the colours, making place for, new colours."