Festive rejoice

Wonder stalks the mind
when the lips twitch and stretch,
into a smile, that may bind
happiness or may joy fetch.

Like the colourful yacht asail
on waters bluer than Monday blues,
joyous words ring out and hail,
the rare moments, in so many hues.

Twinkling lights, scents and incense,
and rashes red, storm the fragrant harbour
of blooming human happiness,
amidst days of labour and endeavour.

Flees darkness in the whirl of celebrations,
as days spin faster than yesterdays,
with cacaphonic emotions in carrefours,
and sinners gasping at the festive rejoice.

Ravichandran J.V.