A blue Diwali.

Never truly felt the mad rush of the sparkling cloudy skies

Carousing down my veins in a stupor and drunkenness

Never really felt the heart elated to almost bursting point

Didn’t really look at someone with eyes like a child.

Never felt an urge to light up a firecracker, to hear it explode, to watch it in its pride

Couldn’t quite savour the yellow balls of delight, like on other days

Never really felt like revering the stone god just that day, or being kind

Could let my self drown in the spirit of the celebration

Something held me afloat, held me tied to the rock, the safe rock

From where I see the drowning people, smiles on their faces, the skies reflecting in their eyes

They look happy

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