Cascade of poems and Rivulets of fiction

Gulal in the streets of the temple town Banaras (India). Celebration of Holi; the shower of colors Gulal is in the sky, Changing the spectrum, Rainbows of different hues, Manifest to usher the song of the spring, Tapping of foot steps never stops, With arms raised; the volume of 'Holi hai', never subside. Gulal, Gulal. Gulal Gulal on her cheeks, Gulal on his forehead, Eyes meet; speaking volumes, Balloons filled with colors, Fly in the by lanes of Banaras, Water color oozes out from the pistons, Soaking all in goodness, The earthy fragrance smudged with gulal, so strong; integrating all devoid of separatism. Gulal in Banaras by the Ganges, Divinity percolates into every by lane, Crowd is enamoured, Chanting; 'Radhe Radhe, Krishna Krishna' Even the Gods descend, Rejoice with the mortal world, Drowned are the sins, Rolling are the waves, In tandem with the wind, Enriching souls with tranquil ...

Emerging from the lap of sunrise, Uno breathes the fragrance of Mother Earth, Gazing at the dewdrops on leaves, Sparkling pearls on the bed of grass, He slides his feet feeling the smooth softness, Healing  are the bruises, Incurred while walking down the rocky pathway of Uranus. A few steps ahead; the gleaming red rose is ecstatic, The white pigeon arrives holding a mistletoe, Rabbits arrive bells in hand, Cinderella with her tresses wild, Waving the magic wand bejeweled with stars, Relive that auspicious moment,   When little Jesus came alive, Emancipating humanity with warmth of love. Uno is mesmerized  in wonder, Sudden shower of snow, Interspersed with trees laden with bells, balls and stars, His elephant ears listen to the strums of Jingle Bells, His bewilderment knew no bounds, When sledge of Santa whisked him afar into villages, Celebrating booties of joy, Walking down the aisle, he is astonished, A man on a cross bearing...

  AN ODE TO GODDESS DURGA Glitters of gold in the sky, Ebony boughs with velvet leaves, Sparkling dewdrops the wind brings, Fragrance of Shiuli everywhere, Vivid so is the rainbow, Making staircase, For Mother will descend with gentle steps. Feathers of joy fly high, The mortal Earth rejoices; Four days of blissful forgetfulness, New clothes, bracelets, necklaces, Balloons, papris, phuchkaas,   Laughter echoes through out the air. Her abode is in our heart, Though She resides in artistic splendour, Melody floats, Conch Shell blows, Mantras reverberate, Prayer begins, "Alleviate pain, animosity and poverty. Restore faith and peace. Bountiful of grains for every single mouth to feed." Strength She gives, To fight every evil, Fear we no longer feel, For Her blessings inspire, To live life with courage and zeal.