Holi Is The Way

I remember watching the clock 

Tick tock! Tick tock!

And I memorised the security code of the lock.

Tack tack tack tack tack...

Unlocked.

Click... Locked

I locked my door, 

Took a breath, felt the throat sore.

What a bore! 

Who gets sicks on such a festive day, you boar!

I mean i was such a bore!

I locked myself and my happiness behind a door!

Tring tring!

I heard the piercing sound of the phone ring.

Triiing triiing

As I moved faster to the phone and nearing

The sound was getting horrid "triiing triiing"

"Hello" who is calling?

For a moment, time froze.

I sniffed sniffed to inhale and tried to sooth my runny nose.

To process the excitement that gave me ecstatic dose!

Bunty, Bilal, Bhavia, Bosle, and Bose

Were expecting me in on the coloured floors

Ignoring my illness, uneasiness and flaws.

Festivities in my community

Knew no barriers, no racism and no disparity 

My friend and I attended the same university

Belonged to different regions and ethnicity

Yet we all celebrated Holi as we celebrate Equality.

I also have a physical disability...

Yet they waited and wanted to play

To transform moroseness, dull and grey

To colourful, sprightly and gay

The worth-to-live vivacious day!

So I hushed up my doubts and complex to make my way

Through the doorway, holi made my day!