- Poetry
Holi
Alisha Chandra
As spring arrives, it brings along with it Holi
The Indian festival of color and love,
The one day when all adults become children again, smearing colored pigment onto their faces
Shouts of glee and ecstasy fill the air
As kaleidoscopic powder explodes from every nook and cranny
Forming a bright cloud of tinted dust above my head
Staining everything vivid, rich shades every tint of the rainbow
As loud shouts of Holi Hai! accost my ears,
I grab a handful of gulal, colored powder
And launch it high into the air,
Then watch as it slowly arcs into the blue,
A bright stream of yellow, joining the mélange of hues that has risen above me
A brilliant contrast against the bright azure sky.