Happy diwali

Hanging laterns on heights
Turning on those braided bands of light...
The scent of sweets all around
And a flush of colours on the ground
Surprises and loaded smiles,
And blessings spreading a feeling so divine!

Tradition it is, we say...
The tradition of overloaded ecstacy,
The tradition of inside-out beauty...

Reminscense it is...
Of folklore and mighty fables,
Of the stories of homecoming of worshipped angels...

And what follows next is the ambrosia...
From mouth to heart!
Filling up hearts and craving bellies as well!

Diwali it is we say...
Our festival...
Our tradition...
Our happiness!
Diwali it is ... We say!

Tears of seperation

He saw himself crying, in the mirror
And he shattered into finer pieces...

He went to his room with a hope
For a passionate hug and kiss on the head!
But all around were things lying dead!

He searched for a hand
In that shirt, hung on the stand
But all he found was a lifeless sleeve!

He craved for words of love
In the letter for seperation!
Then found himself deeper into dejection!

Tired was he, of the wait,
Broken was he like a fallen glass vase...

And when he saw himself in the mirror, Dead and crying,
And no one stood behind him to save his soul from dying,
He broke a little harder... Harder, into finer pieces!

But, soon he stood strong and sharp
Like each of those fine glass pieces! 
Unbreakable...
For he was a man of a tough fate!
Tougher he would last... Tougher than today!

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