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Holi | The Festival of all Festivals



Caste, creed and race disappears,
The makers of the kaleidoscope
multiplied the joys of existence,
An ocular panoply,
A genuine spiritual completion.

Griefs shall melt into passion,
Voices shall shatter boundaries,
When every elated sound converge,
An explosion of vivid colors
Shall gloom in all clouded eyes.

Oh, the philosophy of this festival,
The tenderness of togetherness,
The infusion of vibrant emotions,
The splendor of tousled artistry,
And the love that shall withstand!

Notes
The Holi is a Hindu spring festival (though with time it broke all badges of religion), also called the festival of colors and is celebrated primarily in India and Nepal (though now spread to various other countries). This year, it is celebrated in India on March 17th. One can associate togetherness with Holi. A heartfelt example that comes into my mind is associated with Sultan Akbar (emperor of India during the 15th century), when the Muslim king would take part in the festival along with common men, a day when the poorest person could throw colors at the emperor! Such is the love, such is the philosophical depth of this festival. A day when everyone unite, a day when all sorrows are hidden under bright hues!

Comments

  1. Sumana Roy16 March 2014 at 08:16

    oh Anand we're on the same wavelength today...Happy Holi..love your wonderful lines and the bit about Akbar..

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  2. Natašek16 March 2014 at 08:46

    beautiful.. the togetherness...of all people.

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  3. Brian Miller16 March 2014 at 09:24

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  4. Sherry Blue Sky16 March 2014 at 09:44

    Oh I most love your note and the thought of a poor man can throw colors at the emperor. Would be nice if the emperor would throw a few coins back! But that is not the way of emperors.

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    1. Anand S Unni16 March 2014 at 10:05

      Well Sherry, Akbar (as well as most Indian emperors) are known for their benevolence. India was one of the richest empires back then and anyone who pleases the emperors surely got not just a few coins but definitely a lot more!

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  5. ZQ16 March 2014 at 09:53

    Yes! I've heard of the festival of Color, Holi. Thank you for the picture...I really had no concept of its intensity.
    A wonderfully written piece.
    ZQ

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  6. Mary16 March 2014 at 10:20

    What a wonderful poem, Anand. This is the second poem I have read today which celebrated this festival. I really like the idea that everyone will feel the unity of that day and that love will abound. I like the idea that this holiday happens during (almost) spring too, as spring is for me the most joyous season of all, with its spirit of rebirth.

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  7. madhumakhi16 March 2014 at 19:52

    I like your take on Holi. It's simply a celebrating of the vibrancy of life, isn't it?

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  8. PT16 March 2014 at 22:32

    Wow....it sounds great...vibrant as the festivalof holi

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