Rekindled in Red

A kaleidoscope explodes, a riot of sound,

Holi's symphony engulfs the sacred ground.

Laughter spills like liquid gold, a vibrant, joyous stream,

Faces painted, eyes alight, a euphoric, technicolor dream.

Amidst the swirling masses, two souls dance a silent plight,

Stolen glances, hesitant steps, bathed in the festival's light.

She, a vision in emerald, a shy smile playing on her lips,

He, cloaked in sapphire, a longing etched in his fingertips.

A playful hand reaches out, a crimson splash upon her cheek,

The red ignites a memory, a promise emotions can't speak.

They stand frozen, a beat of silence in the joyous din,

A tapestry of years ago, woven with a love that wouldn't win.

Mango trees whispered secrets, beneath a moonlit sky,

Their laughter, a melody, a love that dared to fly.

Hands brushed, fingers intertwined, promises whispered low,

But societal chains bound them, a love destined for overthrow.

A disapproving glance, a harsh whisper, a wall rose overnight,

Their stolen moments shattered, banished into endless night.

Tears stained her kohl-rimmed eyes, his heart ached, a silent plea,

Their love, a forbidden ember, yearning to be set free.

The red on her cheek, a teardrop of a forgotten past,

But resilience blooms within her, a love that's meant to last.

He reaches out, a hesitant touch, a tear glistens in his eye,

"I've waited for this moment," he whispers, "underneath Holi's sky."

The red powder dances, a bridge across the years,

Their laughter replaces the silence, washing away their fears.

Embraces erupt, a symphony of unspoken desires,

Rekindled passion ignites, fueled by Holi's burning fires.

The red, no longer a reminder, becomes a vibrant hue,

A symbol of their resilience, their love, born anew.

In the heart of Holi's chaos, their destinies intertwine,

Two souls reunited, bathed in love's eternal sunshine.