Good over Evil

And I can hear the much loved sounds,
Smell the moisture in the air-
See the curly clouds lazing about-
Cotton candies afloat in the blue sea-sky.
Can see the golden rays,
Settling like a love-sheath-
Shelling the clouds.
Colors everywhere-
Splashing and cutting through-
Vying for attention-
For love of the eye afar.
I can see all the familiar preparations,
Routinizing themselves to the festive harmony.
Light-hearted all flow along-
With the frozen tide of times.
The clay-art,
Of reverent shapes and forms-
With the nostalgic view of ten hands,
Slicing life out of the green evil.
Smoke everywhere-
Not hazing the eye,
As it looks on-
Mesmerized-
Stuck in the moment,
Of an emotion deeply felt.
The crackling buzz in the air
Makes the atheist bow-
In deferential code of conduct,
Struck by the pattern of the crowd.
Hands held,
Eyes caress the vista ahead-
Of bodies and floating heads-
As all await their turn to witness,
What childhood had always glorified-
Good over Evil.
May the spirit of goodness hail,
Making silent dreams come true
As prayers are uttered in chant-
Enchanted the eye is besotted too.
Drawn into the quagmire,
Which presupposes the inner conflict-
To believe or not to believe-
To give in or move on?
Faith for the cynic,
Has always been hard to vest trust on-
Yet the love in the air,
Makes the eye acknowledge half-shut,
Of truth and its wisdom.
The Bengali in me,
Stirs in its soul's recesses-
Curled up so far,
It rises from its dormant state,
As I start feeling alive once more,
Letting the blood pulsate deep in my core.
In encore,
Rises my own rhythm,
To keep pace with the drumbeats much loved-
New fabrics caress skin,
As I feel my mother's love deep within.
Yet another year together,
We shall see through yet another Puja together.
In trinity, we have always found our unity-
Nowhere bound but home that we know.
Daydreams come true,
As we dare to set flight.,
All our plight,
And laugh through our tears,
At the mockery that so jades us.
Yet powerful and empowered,
When together we stand with heads held high-
Watching the priest mutter the unknown words-
Yet in the beat known best.
We rise in love supreme,
As my eye searches for another face too -
Much loved but much afar-
Wishing it well with all my heart,
In life and beyond,
May my God rise above all religions.