Holi is the Festival of colours in India, and presently spreading all over the world.
In my song I sing about love, how the lovers remember earlier holis and how they want to have love again as it was before…
The picture above is me, as teenager…
Lyrics and melody by AnandRahasya
Here are the lyrics:
pick a’ chutki’ up of ‘gulal’ from that chandi ka ‘thal’
pick a’ chutki’ up of ‘gulal’ from that chandi ka ‘thal’
do smear my face with the colours of love as you did eons ago
pick a’ chutki’ up of ‘gulal’ from that chandi ka ‘thal’
do smear my face with your colours of love as you did eons ago
please colour my face again again ….
on the mud walls are still the prints of dance laughter and love
in my head ringing still somewhere I see bheegi your sari
find the ‘rang’ bhari pichkari’ near the the huge ‘bhagona’ out there
beneath the ‘peepal’ in the ‘aangan it’s waiting still our love
do smear my face with your colours of love as you did, eons ago
please colour my face again again…
no, don’t play with me ‘aankh micholi’ you silly…yes, it is holi
you say eons have rolled by us lives have changed mud walls are gone
we live in twenty first century and our home cinema shows the wide world
but have we changed? No-. drench me now with the colour of your love
just as you did eons ago in your satrangi choli, that Holi
pick up a’ chutki’ of ‘gulal’ from that chandi ka ‘thal’
do smear my face with your colours of love as you did, eons ago
please colour my face again again…
chutki = a pinch thal = platter bheegi = wet satrangi = colourful choli = blouse aankh micholi= hide and seek rang= colour pichkari = sprayer bhagona = a tub / huge bucket/ pail peepal = banyan tree
AnandRahasya 