pitter patter like liquid marbles
on this day of days
when the holy trinity of swaras
is oft repeated in my land
here i sit in this lab
a xeon box my companion
while my mouth yearns
for the best mithais
my eyes yearn
for the decorated dieties
for the shimmering fireworks
and the intricate rangolis
my ears scream their wants
for the rat-a-tat-tat and booms
of the street vendor fireworks
the missed sal mubaraks
and the special holiday carpet
here i have pujas
and privacy with my own god
happy diwali