Thursday, November 8, 2007

Holi

Hands smeared with colour

I stood long at your doorstep

To colour your countenance

With a bit of myself


At last you appeared in the doorway

Wearing a worried look

Many unknown hands reached you

Before I could raise mine


A purple face you raised

To look at me through untouched eyes

I found your cheek and neck

And brushed your tender bosom.


A warmth spread through my being

And flowed through outstretched hands

My colour on your face and body

Said more than I ever had.

Destiny reclaimed

Diffidently

I had accepted

My fate

As others wished


The world

Loomed menacingly

And drowned

My little voice


I writhed

And cried silently

But could not

Take my step


The coward

In spineless armour

Masqueraded

As my real self


Lashing out

I hit the world

Which shrank

With a hurt look.


My destiny

From them I snatched

And changed it

As I had wished


The world

Hovers all around

With an envious

Regretful glance


I stand atop

With a wry smile

Hey!

What can you do now?