The morning Sun peeping through the window kissed my cheeks,
My drowsy photophobic eyes instantly reacted to it, my cheeks turned pink.
The aging wall clock revised the numbers from one to seven,
An infinite level of euphoria kicked me out of the cozy bed.
I freshened up and "slurrrp" took a sip of my coffee,
Pulled out from the messy closet,the red kanjeevaram saree,
Which you bought for me from the 'Ethnic Stores'.
My eyes were stunned when I stood in front of the blurry mirror,
Cause through the haze I could see a graceful goddess of heaven.
Of course! The credit goes to your choice, be it the saree or be it me.
The sizzling oxidised jhumkas were a perfect match to it,the tiny red bindi blowed the mind
And the milk-red lipstick completed the look,I ran through every nook
Of the house till the exit-door and slipped into the white heels.
Stepped outdoors and locked the door securely,
Heard a bunch of kids screaming"Happy Holi!",
Stopping a taxi passing through the main road, I took a comfy seat,
And waited for the destination with my heart racing and breath falling heavily,
To meet You, my first love.
The driver said twice,"Mam we've reached" after about half an hour.
I was so lost into your thoughts that not a single word waved into my ears.
I suddenly realized that I needed to step down and blushed all the way along to you after paying the driver.
My eyes got stuck onto you, "What a sight!",
My silky open hair swayed with grace while I'm lost into you,
The bright red Kurta covered your dashingly slim physique with milk-white pants,
The one which I had gifted you few months back in your twenty fifth birthday,
There was joy and color all around, multiple colors could be seen flying,
Coming out of the state of trance, we smiled at each other,
I waved my left hand at you when the hibiscus-colored glass bangles tinkled into the air.
You walked slowly towards me and grabbed my waist
And pulled me closer while I blushed and you took out your other hand full of red color towards me,
With lots of love you painted my cheeks red with your magical hand.
I too secretly carried some tinge of red and applied them on you like a moisturizer while we slow kissed and nearby, the song played "Mohe Rang Do Laal........Nand ke........"
And simultaneously, we said, "Happy Holi Love"
You lifted me up with all your strength against the gravity when you saw my elegant little anklets and there was a slight movement of your lips, you smiled!
You pinned an aromatic red rose to my hair, maddened by the fragrance.
Our first holi together it was,filled with the color of love,'RED'!

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