Festival

What is a festival...?

Is it a celebration...

That's all...

Or is it a deliberation...

Looks like latter now- a - days

How do we celebrate...

Only with our family....

Do we share?

Do we collaborate?

Fond memories down the lane.

Of bygone years

Me scared of crackers....

Take goodies prepared by Maa

A plate of happiness...

Shared all around...

The joy of sharing...

Unbelievable...

The warm welcome

With open arms

Touching of feet...

And counting the blessings....

Is that i yearn for...

The sweet scent of sweets and savories

Fifteen days before the D-day

The empty jars ...

Two days before D-day.

The Sound of slaps and the redness of cheeks

Awesome was that red

Can't find that in any colour pallete...

Tears mixed with gigles peculiar and strange

Peals of laughter when mom makes again....

So much to pluck...

The basket already full...

Flowers in the garden of memories in full bloom

But is festival an occasion ....

Do we celebrate only on chosen days...

But why can't we choose our own days?

We can celebrate each day.

We have the right to be happy each day?

So festival is each day....

Festival is each day....