Festival of Colour and Light

Fidelity writes with ease beneath your picture
now that love is liquid and rusty chains flake
the colours of love I have for you in a confetti of rain.

Pollen dust hits the water where there is no soil,
swirling my Diwali firecracker in a festival of colour
to canvas, and then to the sky.

This is for a Holi day missed, a day Spring tested Diwali light.
I throw powder at a whiteness, and paint
my feelings. No one can censor this.