Thursday, March 31, 2016

One Liner Wednesday

We edged closer to each other, crossing the edges together. :)

One Liner Wednesday


© Ila Varma 30-03-2016


Lost Love


I had a crush for Tia since school days but I concealed my feelings because she had a liking for my best pal, Tarun and I did not wish to spoil the game and intrude in their lives. I found Tia to be quite chirpy and sporty with Tarun and her happiness was my concern. I loved to watch her wearing smiles on her cute face.

After schools, life raced and we all parted in different directions. In the beginning, we were connected through phones, but time constrains snatched our precious associations and all got busy in shaping and securing their future.

After completing my higher studies and snatching a higher profile, when I returned to my home town, I came to know that Tia is settled in a respectable profile in financial industry and had parted ways from Tarun. I felt bad for her broken relationship, but somewhere I saw a hope for myself.

My feelings for her got intense which I had concealed long just for the happiness of my friend and my love.

I found her profile on facebook and without wasting time further, I sent her a friend request and it was instantly accepted by Tia and she initiated chatting.

Thousand messages flowed from both the sides sharing the times of the past years but she did not utter a word for Tarun. I wished to know the reason of their break up but could not gather courage to inquire.

Tia told me about the get together of school batch been organised at Goa and asked me to join. She appeared very enthusiastic and I agreed to join the party. It was a fair chance to meet my love after a gap of over a decade.

Tia booked my accommodation and forwarded the details on my email id and as per the plans, we reached the venue. It was a grand resort on the beach of Goa.

After check in and getting refreshed, we all had to gather in the ball room for the celebrations.

I dressed myself in one of my favourite suit and cared to look handsome to catch the attention of Tia.

Finally, I was in amidst the group and bingo, it was mind blowing experience and we met like tiny tots of Primary school among Hoo & haa…weaning out of the skin of superficiality that we held in our professional arena.

My eyes were frantically searching for Tia and finally, my search ended and settled on her. She had grown more beautiful and charming and her supple skin glowed and I heard the thuds of my heart beats.

She approached near me and I was astounded by her beauty and lovely trim figure dressed in blue gown with matching accessories. I was speechless.

I extended my hand asking her to join me on dance floor and she briskly accepted my request. A diamond ring sparkled in her ring finger and her nails were painted with blood red nail paint which enhanced the beauty of her long fingers.

Ring on her finger…it bothered me…I held her close and moved on to the dance floor. A romantic number was been played and I enjoyed her close proximity but my concealed feelings were stirred spotting a diamond ring on her finger and this time, I did not wish to keep silent.

I asked her about the ring. Tia smiled and told me that she was engaged to Tarun.

“Tarun…you broke off with Tarun?” I blurted out.

“Yes, we had moved away from each other for three long years. The long absence made us realize our follies and we decided to hold the relationship with more care and this time, our parents played the trick of getting us engaged to understand the value of commitment and relationship and we are going to marry in Christmas this year.” Tia said coolly.

My bottled feelings spurted and I said, “Tia…you are lucky to get a chance to win love back and I am loser in the journey of love. I loved you but never ever apprised you. I still love you and when I came to know that you have parted ways with Tarun, I was hopeful.”

“You loved me…I am shocked, I never knew. You never disclosed.” Tia said.

“I never got a chance, this time too, I failed in my attempt. May God bless both of you.” 

I said and moved away from her.

I ran out of the ball room and when to my room to change.

I cancelled my previous booking of air travel scheduled day after tomorrow and checked out of the hotel. I wanted to go back to my town and I started off for the airport with heavy heart and tears rolled down.

Wordy Wednesdays

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Daily Prompt- Frivolous

Remunerations were exiguous

Detriments frivolous

Clueless, how she was grappling.         

© Ila Varma 29-03-2016

Post for Daily Prompt Frivolous



Edging at the cliff

When he saw down

His eyes were mesmerised

By the view

Of green plains

Sprawling in vast land

He felt

As a rainbow laid down

The colourful flowers

Were in full bloom


On the wave of spring

The charm of the nature spread

Enticed his senses

He felt an edge

For the beauty

Woven by nature

The temptation of nature’s delight

Filled him with aroma of freshness


He felt his mind

Light & clear.

© Ila Varma 29-03-2016

Written for the Daily Post Prompt

Fiction in 99 Words - #Colours of Love

Green colour was smeared on his face, but his looks looked familiar. Gradually, he 

ambled towards me. I felt thud in my rib cage. I wanted to run away from the spot to 

conceal myself from the followers gaze.

As I put my first foot forward, a deep voice stopped me, 

“Happy Holi, Lata”

I could not believe my ears, my first love was standing before me.

I felt hands of my husband on my shoulders. I smeared his face with the colour red and 

greeted him fervently, closed my eyelids concealing the tears within of my lost love.

Written for the post, One Frame Stories 76

Monday, March 28, 2016

He Rose Again - Happy Easter



Up from the grave, he rose again

The calm soul, Got a chance to revisit Earth

But, The ill- treatment that he met, in his stay

Was so etched in his memory

That, He chose to board far away

Dwelling in heaven

He could bring justice

Monitoring doings of all

Guiding them

On path of spirituality

healing their bruised souls.


absorbed the sins of sinners


save Mankind.

© Ila Varma 27-03-2016

Sunday, March 27, 2016



Clichés have penetrated in our life and become indispensable part of life and we are used to use it, it is submerged in our unconscious mind and we use them in day to day language. Times changed, lifestyle changed but we are still hanging with the clichés that our forefathers used, we haven’t missed them. It is passing on from one generation to next just like it is the legacy been carried away.

The WOW sequel "kill the clichés" empowered me with a vision to part with these worn out clichés rather kill them seriously, it is no use, just in a habit we are going with it whether it is in Bollywood films or inside our houses or the society around.

Just count these cliches and reason it out, are they really essential to stay with us or rather the time has arrive to kick them out of our lives.

Been a woman, will start with the common ones that slips from the tongue of feminine power out of habit….unconsciously.


She spends maximum springs of her life with her husband and his family, still she is stuck with homesickness, height of homesickness. The couple has celebrated their golden anniversary along with grandchildren….hahahaha….drop it now…high time to carry.


 Common cliché used by mothers on their growing kids…my great granny used, granny and mother used and fair enough, few times, I used it too. There can’t be any vital truth in the statement nor it make any sense. No two siblings are the same then how can you expect kids of two generations be same and on top of that how can you prove that you were very docile & disciplined. Further, the sentence is vague, what it implies, “HUM BACHCHE MEIN AISE NAHIN THE” tell them how were you but sense it out can you accept your nonsensical acts that you did as a child in the face of your child and even your mother won’t dare and the poor soul can’t question you and you fare out safely stating out the sentence…Kill them in one shot…many have been shot down by this dialogue better we invent something new.

Now, let us enter the Men sphere, it isn’t the ladies alone famous for the clichés, Men too, do attack with old age classic clichés affirming them masculine power.


The most common version used by Men to show off their mother’s skill to their wife and wife feels jealous. Two simple reason to feel “J”, a woman cannot stand a praise of a woman and further, a mother is adorable for all kids. Ask your kids, they too will have the same story. A mother is beautiful to each and every child and her caring attitude is adorable for all the kids. Poor men forget and use it simply without thinking of the consequences falling off after their dialogue…common, shoot at site, respect your mother but please don’t use these words to your better half and belittle her efforts.


This one is the most widely used one, you don’t act as you are required to and you fail in your effort and you hold God responsible for it. If you succeed in your pursuits, you take self-credit and when things go wrong, you blabber your frustration to God. Please Men…drop this cliché…when things go right, start giving credit to the Supreme power and you will enjoy the failures too. The beautiful rose too thrives among thorns and in the same way life too has ups and downs…Enjoy the ride, killing this age old cliché.


Height of misled minds or how unmindful we are, this is the most common phrase and it is in roaring practice, even I do the same…It is in our habit and I would say, it has taken entry in our blood and we often throw the question, without giving a thought. We see people doing the things, still we prompt.
The common prompts shot down even after watching the person is busy in his spree.

  • You are studying- asking with the person who is busy with books.

  • You are watching TV- even after seeing that the person is eagerly watching the match on TV.

  • You are eating- asking a person who has morsels in his hand, ready to take entry in his mouth.

Now, it’s high time that we come out of these worn and torn out clichés…SHOOT AT SIGHT ORDER is need of the hour and if you are really in love with the clichés, DISCOVER SOMETHING NEW IN SEQUENCE TO THE TIME WE ARE IN.

Share in your views, what are your thoughts about the clichés and how to handle them.
I have shared views of mine.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

The views are solely of the author, Ila Varma. 


Stomping of his feet

Made me aware

Of his erratic moods

Sweeping his mind.

I was no angel,

No tarot card reader

No astrologer

To read his mind.

I, was his mother

Who very well


The mood-swings of her child


The footsteps that followed

Warned me

What was in queue?


I was ready with my tools

To handle

My growing kids...

© Ila Varma 27-03-2016

Post written for Daily Post Prompt Footsteps.


Reality Check

“How can you be so real in stage performances? I was shuddered to the core.” Tarun asked


“Performance was on stage, Tarun but the emotions that held the audience was real and

the reason for such dynamism is you, Tarun. You breached my faith in love.” Tara exploded.

Today, Tarun was in face to face with reality.

© Ila Varma 26-03-2016

My Post for Prompt " Real" for #SoCS March 26/16.



Stomping of his feet
Made me aware
Of his erratic moods
Sweeping his mind.

I was no angel,
No tarot card reader
No astrologer
To read his mind.

I, was his mother
Who very well
The mood-swings of her child
The footsteps that followed
Warned me
What was in queue?
I was ready with my tools
To handle
My growing kids...

© Ila Varma 27-03-2016

Post written for Daily Post Prompt Footsteps.

Saturday, March 26, 2016

Auspicious moment


That day...was auspicious for both of them…they tied the knot in the presence of all and the peaceful journey of their life took a start and they were certain of their love and respect for each other and believed that it will help them to lay the foundation of their marital relationship and with time, it will bloom and strengthen with vigour and vitality in all totality. © Ila Varma, 25th Mar.2016

This post has been rolled out for IndiSpire edition 110 and the start muse to open up the post was That Day...!

Written for the post IndiSpire 110

Pack of Six Words- Superfluous


Good morning everyone. Do read my "Pack of Six Words" on the title "Superfluous" and let me know if I have been able to justify my take. Your comments & pings will decide how far I have fared well.

Have a Nice Weekend with the freshness of the earth, enjoy nature, it's in full swing with the covers of new life on each and every trees and plants and beautiful flowers in full bloom all around.

Fridge can’t hold more, Still buying.



Six Words Story

Limericks Challenge-Hope


My take on Hope

Her dreams were sealed in her eyes

She wanted to move away without any ties

With a hope to be a model on a silver screen

Holding the attention of the audience on her sheen

In desperation, she could not hear her mother’s cries.

© Ila Varma 26-03-2016.

Written for Mind and Life Matters


Fear Diminished

Amalgamated emotions emancipated

Their hearts associated

Mind was devoid of towering fear

Impregnable faith stood in between.

© Ila Varma 25-03-2016.

Post written for Daily Prompt Post.

That Day....

That day, Tarun was ardently waiting for a call from the placement cell to confirm his 

appointment. The mobile beeped and  he hurriedly picked up. A female was there on the 


She said, "Sorry Tarun, you could not make it. Better luck next time."

Tarun gasped and banged his wrist hard on the table and shouted, "Why it's me always?"


© Ila Varma 25-03-2016


one liner, fiction, poetry or experience starting with "That day..."

Friday, March 25, 2016

Unbarred Craziness #Friend


My Friend is too precious to me

I cherish to treasure


Diamonds and Platinum’s

Look dull

In comparison to her.

I am blessed

To have her in my life

At every stride


It’s joy or pain

Glory or rain

I win or lose

I rise or fall.

Her hands hold me tight

When I stumble

She is ready to fly

With me in high.

Awesome & Bright

Is the definition

Of my friend

Who is the light

Of my life.


I act foolish

At times




At times



She adores me

In all my ways



By the attitude

At times

I wear.

She holds

My Dark Secrets

My Silliness


My Crazy thoughts

In her gear.

When I lose my way

She is there

To turn me


Without sounding bright

She knows

How to handle me with care.

Hey, Gracious

Dear Friend

Be Always there

Hugging Me Tight

In all spheres

Wish to grow old together


Enjoy the silver streaks of hair together

With you

I can never grow old at heart

Our hairs will be white


Our hearts will be young

For each other


Kicking & Melting for each other.

© Ila Varma 24-03-2016

Written for the Daily Post, Prompt Friend

Linked up with Poetry 101 Rehab: Friend


Globe Warming - #Climate #SavePlanet


Winters waning

Glaciers wearing

Heat is on high

The reason is simple

Greenery bribed

At a stake to build

Buildings, bridges and roads wide.

The life cycle disrupted

By the intelligent minds



Against the wishes of Nature

Storms are around

To engulf the life of all

On account

Of global warming.

Beware Men

Check your dreams


Save flora and fauna around

Stretch long

The patches of greenery

Give back its earlier glory

To our planet Earth

To bask in the sun

In biting cold

To ski

On the sheets of snow around

To drench

In the pouring rains

Enjoying the range & change of climate

With the rhythm of Nature.

© Ila Varma 25-03-2016

This post is written for Poets United Midweek Motif - Climate

Inspired by the recent article: here

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Colours of Joy- #Happy Holi

May the colors of "HOLI"drench your body & soul with colors of joy, good health and 


Musings of My Heart which Stirs My Soul and the words in praise of love comes out to form a #poetryofthesoul.

Part I

Drenched in vibrant colors

Of his love

Gloom was at bay

She beamed brilliant & gay

Her sparkling eyes say

I am all yours

From today....© Ila Varma 24-03-2016

Part II

She embellished

His withered soul

With balms

Of her affection & care

She decked his universe

With the fragrance

Of her immense love

Striking hues of praise

Brought back spring in his life


A sweet smile spread on his face

Radiating his soul

Once again

He entrusted Red

The hue of love

Of faith.

© Ila Varma 24-03-2016

Book Spine Poetry

I loved the idea of Nicole Auckland and raided my bookshelf and closed to the titles as captured in my mobile, the pic. taken above.

Let me try to weave the titles to Book Spine Poetry

The Notebook

At First Sight

A Bend In The Road

Unreal Elections

You Are The Best Wife

The Fault In Our Stars

There's Something About You.

Most I have read and few are in the queue to be read. How do you like my poem, Do share your comments.

Pic Credits: Clicked By Me.


Wednesday, March 23, 2016

What is Poetry?

Poetry is thy art,
innate feelings of our soul
weaved into words of emotions.

© Ila Varma 21-03-2016

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

A to Z Challenge

Hello Friends,

I am participating in seventh annual A to Z Blogging Challenge 2016 and my post for the same will commence on 1st April 2016 and will finally conclude on 30th April 2016. 26 letters of the Alphabet and 26 days to write, Sundays will be a rest day for the fingers and a day to be with the family... :)

Soon will reveal the Theme to write on the days to come, April is going to be a busy month.

If you wish to join the challenge, do visit the Link A to Z and enroll yourself to take up the challenge and give words to your feelings and expressions.

Happy Blogging!!!

Limerick - Power



Power, power everywhere, here & there,

The same word, meaning differs when & where,

Nature corroborates soul & Mirth,

Controlling life of each birth,

Terror munching life everywhere.

© Ila Varma 22-03-2016.

Limerick- Spring


Spring dawns, the mist is now clear there

The dusky roads are bright here

The coloured buds propels from the bushes

The silvery snow melts and water gushes

Greenery bustles & life chirps in everywhere.

© Ila Varma 21-03-2016.

World Poetry Day

Image Source

Spring Of My Life- My Daughter


Time winged

And my daughter matured

The tiny little girl

Who strongly held my fingers

Today, moves away

Leaving me in tears

Tears are of mirth


She is going to embark


Mansion of dreams

Tears are of sadness


I will miss her

Smiles & giggles

In my life


My ears will ache

To hear

Us calling

Maa & Papaa…Dear.

Emptying my nest

She is ambling there


The Charming Prince


Start a new life


A set of

New Relationships



And many more

Strings of relationships

You will cheer.

Praying for your


Sound health



Welcomes your path

Wherever you keep your lovely feet.

Adorn your new kingdom

Nurturing & nourishing

With love

With happiness



Stays far away from you dear.

My eyes have welled with tears


I am holding back

Praying for a lovely future,

My Princess,

My Dear.

© Ila Varma 21-03-2016

#Written on the eve of World Poetry Day

Saturday, March 19, 2016

WOW - Dream Profession


Dream and Profession are entirely two things for a normal individual…I feel only few are lucky to pursue their dream profession. In general terms, when a person becomes aware of the truth of life, they drop their dreams and choose profession which mints in more money to cash on the luxuries of life.

It’s a common nature to get allured by the possession of others, it’s a normal phenomenon for a person.

It’s a common saying in our country, “Wife and kids of others seem more beautiful & dutiful than our own.”

The same goes with the profession, you are more fascinated by another profession and their style of living and sometime you secretly wish to exchange.

I will tell you the story of two close friends who were best buddies in school and after a gap of ten years, they get a chance to meet each other on the professional table. Here goes the story.

Madhav & Raj were close friends and they passed the board together with flying colours. Raj’s father was transferred to Chennai and they parted ways. After ten years, they meet again but not as friends, they both are working for the same firm. Madhav is Vice-President of West zone and Raj is Business Development Officer. On the professional table, there is a great disparity but still out of office, they are close buddies as usual.
Raj feels laid back seeing Madhav notching a top position and enjoying the perks of position and power. On weekends, they are together spending time together and in war of discussions, Raj discloses his feelings. Madhav expresses his own concern of not been happy in his positions in spite of lavish lifestyle and they choose to exchange their profiles for a day and find out the inns and out of their life.

Next day, the meet at the same venue where it was decided to exchange the profiles for a day. Raj is exhausted and depressed, Madhav enquires about the reason. Madhav had anticipated Raj to be happy with the exchange of their profiles.

“Arrey Bhai Madhav, I salute you for your patience and the sweet smile that remains spread on your face, in spite of so many responsibilities…I just can’t do it. I thought I was laid back in the rat race and regarded myself unlucky. But now I understand how difficult it is to manage a top notch post wherein you have to manage layers carefully, the layer down to you and the layer senior to you and you are sandwiched in middle. If you shout at your down level, they will lose motivation and interest in work and the upper layer screws you all the time for been lenient with subordinates and you don’t let this air of conflict pass down the lane and always show up been optimistic and exuberant holding back the built up pressures on you. I was wrong in my judgment, Madhav. It’s true that I enjoy lest powers and money but as a Business Development Officer, I am independent and free to turn things as per my choice to bring in revenue and if I do well, my effort is counted and if I don’t perform well, I get brickbats which I am well aware of and there is no built up pressure mounting on me and I can enjoy sound sleep…Sorry Madhav to have not realized your load of work and still you are always smiling.” Raj relieves his feelings and hugs Madhav tight. Both get emotional. The bond of friendship gets strengthened with an air of confidence and faith in each other.

It’s true with all of us. We are not happy with our professions and envy others without stepping in their shoes.

Life is a challenge and the roads of life are fraught with great challenges and remember, “All that glitters is not Gold.”

"Be contended with what you have, don’t envy others rather pursue hard to fulfill your dreams."

 This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Impressions #Dream Limerick


My first try for pouring my feelings through #Limerick Challenge.

The prompt word for this week’s challenge is ‘Dream’.

She was not able to get over his impressions,

His spoken words reverberates near with expressions

Wild thoughts are butchering her

In fantasies challenging her

Now, She wish to break free from his manifestations.

© Ila Varma 19-03-2016.


Limerick Challenge Week 12: Dream

Friday, March 18, 2016

Rang Barse #KhulKeKheloHoli


"बुरा मानो होली है," यह ललकार सुनते ही, अनेक खट्टी- मीठी यादों का सैलाब मन में हीलोरे लेने लगता है, जी करता हैएक बार फिर मैं उस पल को वापस खींच लाऊँ और फिर से उस पल की शोख हसीना में तब्दील हो जाऊँ और दोनों हाथों से उस पल की खुशी लुटाऊँ।

हम सब संयुक्त परिवार में रहते थे, उस वक्त परिवार की महत्व समझ में नहीं आती थी, कितनी बार हम तंग हो जाते थे, पर उम्र के इस पङाव पर समझ आई कि की परिवार का महत्व क्या है या यों कहें की, त्योहार घर-परिवार के बीच मनाना अच्छा लगता है, हम उमंग- हर्षोउल्लास से भर जाते हैं और होली तो पर्व है टोली का, जितने लोग उतनी मस्ती।

हमारे चाचा-चाची, बुआ-फूफा, दादा-दादी सभी इकठ्ठे होते थे होली पर्व साथ मनाने के लिए और हम बच्चों की लाॅटरी खुल जाती थी। ढेर सारे पैसे इकठ्ठे हो जाते थे और हम सब दुकान पर धावा बोल देते। रंग-बिरंगी पिचकारी, टोपी, रंग और गुलाल-अबीर हम सब ढेरों खरीद लेते और हमारी होली एक सप्ताह पहले ही शुरू हो जाती थी। हम एक- दूसरे पर रंगों की बौछार करते, घर- आँगन की भी पुताई हो जाती थी, रंगो की होली से,बङे-बुजुर्ग भी पीछे नहीं रहते थे। बाल्टी में हम बच्चे रंग घोलते और पिचकारी से आने जाने वाले पर पटाने के बाद, "बुरा मानो होली है" चिल्लाकर कूदते और शोर मनाते और घर के सयाने मौका देखते बाल्टी लेकर गायब हो जाते और एक-दूसरे को स्नान करा आते।

होली का शोर-शराबा अच्छा लगता,एक दूसरे के पीछे दौङना, चीखना चिल्लाना, एक दूसरे को रंग से सराबोर कर देने का मजा ही कुछ और होता था।

मुझे याद है, घर की सभी औरतें तरह-तरह के पकवान बनाने में जुटी रहती थी और उनमें एक होङ होता था कि की किसकी पकवान उमंदा बनी है, परिवार के बङे कुछ सगुण देते और तारिफों की पुल बाँध देते। घर आँगन में पर्व के दौरान एक खुशी की लहर दौङती जो हम आज एकल परिवार में महसूस नहीं करते।

मुझे याद आते हैं वे पल होलिकादहन से पहले वाली रात, जब मुहल्ले के लङकों की टोली निकलती लकङी और गोबर के उपले इकठ्ठे करने और वे अपनी शैतानियों से बाज नहीं आते। वे घरों के बाहर पङे कुर्सी- चौकी और नेम प्लेट भी उठा कर दहन कर देते। जब तक लोग खोज शुऱु करते तब तक वह स्वाहा हो चुका होता था।

 बुरा न मानो होली है, कह कर बहुत सारी बातें हो जाती थी, उस वक्त लोग भी बातों की तुल नहीं देते थे, आया राम गया राम कह बातों पर विराम लग जाता था।
हम बच्चों का तो प्रिय त्यौहार होली था, छुट कर हम सब रंग में सराबोर होते, फटे- पुराने कपङे पहन कर हम होली खेलने के लिए गुट बनाकर निकलते, बाल्टी, टीन पिचकारी, तबला बजानै के लिए बरतन, सब अपने पास होता। घर-घर जाकर रंग खेलते और फिर हमारी गुट में शामिल होकर आगे बढते, होली के गीत गाकर नाच गाना भी होता।

दोपहर तक सब अपने-अपने घर वापस होते और लग जाते रंग छुङाने में, माँ के आज्ञाकारी बच्चे जो तेल लगाकर खेलने जाते, उन्हें ज्यादा मसक्कत नहीं करनी पङती थी, पर जो कुछ हमारी संख्या में आते, उनके रंग साफ होने में दो-तीन दिन लग जाते।

शाम में हम सब सफेद पोशाक में तैयार हो कर पाॅकेट में गुलाल अबीर भर कर एक बार फिर हम हो हल्ला करते हुए रंगों का जंग एलान कर देते और जुट जाते एक दूसरे पर बौछार करने।कहने के लिए सुखा रंग होता पर पुताई गीले रंगों से कम नहीं होता।

स्वादिष्ट पकवान की तो झङी लग जाती, पुआ, मीट,दही भल्ले और मीठे पकवान हर घर में परोसा जाता और हम छुट कर खाते।

होली पर्व तो वही रही पर उल्लास भंग हो चुकी है, लोगों का ध्यान भौतिकता की ओर ज्यादा है और पर्व के प्रति उल्लास जाती रही है।

बङे हुए तो क्या हुआ, हम खेलेगें होली और मिटा डालेगें मन की उदानसीनता को और खेलेगें, कुदेगें इस होली, बंद उन्माद को खुली हवा में पनाह देगें, इस होली, मलेगें बालों और गालों में पैराशुट तेल और बचेगें रंग छुङाने के तकलीफों से और गायेगें होली मिलन के गीत परिवार और दोस्तों की टोली में, "रंग बरसे भीगे चुन्नर वाली रंग बरसे"

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