Ghar

Echoes of shankh and ghanti are humming in the ears

Aroma of incentive sticks treats your nose

Melody of mantras takes you to a religious trance

While crowds are dancing with their broken lyrics on those same old bollywood hits

Ready with new clothes and matched jewellery hustle and hum-drum takes over the house

Dad is deciding the new paint and lightings

While mom is still busy with her same old aarti ki thali

Kids are anxious to steal that boondi ka ladoo before puja and start bursting their crackers

While that one grumpy aunt still sits at one corner looking points of bitterness

But now all gathers up with their hands joined

To feel the peace and joy of the pavitra aarti

Then at the dinning table where maa finally serves her tasty kheer and gajar ka halwa

And tries to feed you through the camera

A drop of tear rolls down on both side of the call

But acting strong and happy both hide it with a smile

This marks the end of diwali puja and the call

But the beginning of the misses of that one imperfect bundle of chaos and love known as GHAR

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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Indianess'

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