Revelry

 

 

New Year’s revelry

Fireworks, Loudspeakers, Sparkles

Life bursting out

In songs and whistles and bells

 

This veneer of joy

Exultation on a singular date

But you may wonder

What is it we really celebrate?

 

One calendar

Of so many there can be,

What is it that starts

That we sing out loud in glee

 

(The earth as well

Doesn’t come back to where it was,

In this movement that is,

Eternal, of galaxies and stars)

 

The revelry perhaps

Then is not of time or space,

It is a whim to want

To stop in our self-defined endless race

 

Wearied that we are

In the mundane fabric of our time

Failure a constant

In the equations of our crime

 

Perhaps, somewhere we know

There is nothing really to cheer,

And we fool ourselves

In bedraggled lives we cannot bear

(Or, alternately,

We recognise the spark of this wonderful world

And when there is no need for tomorrow

All of today’s joys get unfurled)

 

New Year passes by –

The days again are same

Seasons come and go

Some with pomp, others with not even a name

 

Yet once in a while

Someone stops in the midst of his skit

‘Do you recall,’ he whispers

‘The stars with which the year was lit…’

 

1^st Jan, 2025

(Written in the midst of new year fireworks)