It’s Not That Time Of The Year Without…

It’s not that time of the year without…

The frantic cleaning, scrubbing and washing

Of every nook and cranny, till it all sparkles as new.

The desperate search for the string lights

Carefully wrapped and packed away the year before.

The invites to Navaratri Golus

With all dolls out deities or not.

The general feeling of goodwill

Pervading everyone and everything.

The cooking smells from all kitchens

Indian mithais, laddus and coconut barfis.

The rangolis and kolums

And Lakshmi’s feet adorning doorways.

Oil soaked earthen diyas

Winking into the night.

Standing in the balcony to check

Whose lights shine the brightest.

The kandels and paper lanterns

Like dazzling hanging jewels.

New clothes, new zeal

And in general a new feel.

                        As if with all the cleaning, almost cathartically,

                        You have purged yourself too

                        From the messes and negativity

                        That engulfs you on a daily basis.

                        And you are squeaky clean

                        Just like your surroundings.

                        Shining from the inside.

                        Maybe a twinkling diya is winking

                        Inside you.

                        Making you glow.

                        At least for this time of the year.


[This post is written for the 3rd edition of #WordsMatter linkup hosted by Corinne, Parul and Shalini. This edition’s prompt is ‘It’s not that time of the year without…’]
I received this tag from Rachna Parmar at . It’s my pleasure to pass on this tag to Ishieta at There are 38 of us on this Blog Hop and it will be spread over 3 days – 4, 5, 6 October  2019. Do follow the #WordsMatter Blog Hop and prepare to be surprised! 


15 thoughts on “It’s Not That Time Of The Year Without…

  1. That’s just beautiful. I love how you got to the real message of this festive season – of cleansing oneself from the inside and of lighting a spark within oneself. Such an evocative piece.

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  2. Loved the poem. We used to go on the terrace to check who has the most string lights and whose are the put the best. It was an unspoken competition but we used to take it very seriously 😁

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