The dreadful day is here, the day of color and splash yet again
Of all the smiles I gathered through the year, it will drain
To color me they will come, but is that all about it?
The touch is not what you expect; kills me bit by bit
Time for a water splash they would say, festive or an ulterior motive?
Go with the flow, enjoy, a notion for us, makes me feel a captive!
A day to let go all past venom, or give a chance to fill you with new one?
Will we ever be able to blossom, or will we bear the torture and be gone?
Live Your Dreams 24/7 
Brilliant composition Yamini
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Thank you 😊
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Welcome
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Oh, I saw a friend’s pic on FB, with some colors on him. I was wondering what it was. He’s a expat there. Interesting..
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Well holi is a festival celebrated with great zeal in India. People apply color on each other, spray colored water and hit each other with balloons filled with water. But many a times people misuse this festival as an opportunity to touch others inappropriately and get away with it.
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Oh, so that’s why it wasn’t as bright as I thought that festival symbolized. I didn’t know inappropriate things went on & was going to ask you to explain it.
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Well not that this happens all the time but yes some girls face it… as it is you might not recognise the person touching you due to excess of color on his face. But bad people are there among the good ones
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Ah, that’s awful. I hope they get punished and be the example so that it stops.
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I hope so too!!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you 😊
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You’re welcome.
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The comments explained this for me. Duh… I had confused Holi with the Doli wedding ceremony where the bride leaves her home with the groom. Having attended a neighbour’s Sikh wedding, I clicked on this. I’ve lot to learn. Thank you for following my blog!
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I hope you enjoy my blog 🙂
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There is sadness here, and resistance. I feel it myself; the world is changing so fast. I am 72. My concern is for my children and grandchildren. I must choose connection over isolation, but my awareness and moodiness makes hope so hard. You are very creative. Are the photos yours, too?
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Thank you for sharing your thoughts, I appreciate it and the pictures are not mine though!
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