In essence
As Holi arrives in a world shadowed by conflict and unease, Gitanjali Saxena asks — where is the joy, the gulal, the laughter? This poem travels from sorrow to remembrance, from the sacred Holiof Barsana and Ayodhya, to a prayer for peace — asking the colors of Holi to repaint the world with hope.
✦ कविता — मार्च २०२६
'कैसी रे होली'
Reflection and Hope
Holi arrives in strange mute hues,
As if wind forgot its laughter,
As spring paused at this earth,
Summer stretched into uneasy sleep,
All courtyards await in silence,
Dust yet unstirred by dancing feet.
Festival spirit looks like burdened,
By unpredictable shadows of war,
No drums awaken in morning air,
Phagun songs lost, blasts despair,
Broken and fragile rhythms of joy.
Where gulal clouds rose laughing,
Holi — no colored jets spark pichkaris,
Today Earth whispers harsh truth,
Human hearts are burning quiet,
Anger, anguish, unrest and fear.
Festival of color looks transformed,
Radiant faces veiled in sorrow,
Helpless souls endure silent grief,
Few nations with hardened egos,
Cling to stubborn selfish pride,
Questions encircle the weary world,
Like restless birds with no shelter.
Holi celebrations grow pale…
How memories can so easily fail,
Wow — a Holi blaze, its radiant glory,
Life overflowed with laughter trail,
Foreheads glowed with gulal tilaks,
Hands flung, scattering abeer in air,
All blessed, reflected hope so dear.
Remember vibrant 'Barsana' ki Holi,
When Radhe-Krishna danced as pair,
Divine love spilled variety of colors,
Flung spectral rivers into the sky,
Unique floral petals drift as prayers,
At that sacred Holi in Barsana air.
And Holi in ancient capital Ayodhya,
Festival glowed with splendid flair,
Where Ram-Sita — saffron blossomed,
Lakshman with abeer-gulal color.
How beautiful is the festival of color.
Holi celebrates reunion, forgiveness,
Which dissolves past old grievances,
And fills the air with love and warmth,
Laughter as bright as powder light,
A celebration of affection and love.
Hope that nations learn the spirit,
Compassion softens, forgone pride,
May walk shaking hands together,
Harmony blooms with spring's return,
And peace returns to weary earth.
So let us pray for humanity…
World awaits a brighter future,
And seeks more love and peace,
May battles restore possibility,
To live in harmony with nature,
Let Holi colors repaint the world canvas,
With bright, fearless colors of hope —
'It always gathers love and blessings'
— गीतांजलि सक्सेना, अबू धाबी, मार्च २०२६