BAISAKHI : India is a land of festivals. All festivals are in commemoration of certain historical events, change of season, cultural and religious events, traditional based et al. The well-known amongst several ones are Dussehra, Diwali, Eid, Gurpurbh, Lohri, Holi and others having regional leanings. In all these festivals, people of all hues celebrate with gaiety and religious fervour. Baisakhi is generally celebrated in Northern India on 13th April every year. It is also a starting of New Year of Vikrami Samvat Calendar. With this intention in view, I have penned down a poem on Baisakhi. Kindly comment.


Baisakhi marks ushering in the New Year,

Of Vikrami Samvat Calendar,

A lunar calendar based on ancient Hindu tradition of yore,

Falling, Surprising on 13th April on every year!

When new resolutions are made,

And old ones introspected,

A festival known variously in countless parts of our land.

Whilst the farmers toil in the fields on months on ends,

Tilling lands from morn till fall of night,

Occasionally forgetting even siesta and meals,

Sow seeds and water the crop that grows,

Bestowing care for the crop in the fields,

Observes its growth with keenness,

So that his crop’s yield may surge,

Like he observes the growth of his dear ones at home.

On this auspicious day the farmers,

Having collected all the harvested crops,

Join together in singing, merrymaking with full gusto,

Celebrate Baisakha with Bhangra and gidha at full throttle,

In their colourful mesmeric folk attires,

Distributing sweets and good wishes in delight,

At the holy monuments of ‘pirs’ and ‘fakirs’,

Known for their piousness and ocean of wisdom,

Offer prayers for the prosperity all around,

And also for their crop yield to grow, years after years.

The nature too is at its colorful best,

With flowers emitting fragrance,

The blanket of greenery spreading,

Everywhere your eyes could see,

Making the environs invigorating and heady indeed,

Surprisingly without even intoxicating agent!

This day too has a history of its own,

Guru Gobind Singh established Khalsa Panth,

To bestow security to the hapless,

People too gather in various Gurudwaras,

Shri Golden Temple emits its splendour as ever,

Devout take a dip in the holy tank,

And pray for wellbeing of nears and dears.

Harbans Khajuria



It has been seen that the incarnations of our Creator had to endure trials and tribulations in their lives while living on this earth. They presented a living example for us humans to see how best they withstood onslaughts of those who opposed the very idea of departure from their pseudo and outdated beliefs. These incarnations faced hurdles at every step but with their foresights and fortitude these Apostles of Peace challenged the old and hackneyed mores of behaviour and came out unscathed ultimately.

Lord Jesus Christ is one example amongst others like Lord Krishna, Lord Rama who gave new meaning and content to the philosophy of living. These Messengers of Peace fought for the common people and were able to rid the society of the evil doers and challenged the very philosophies of people at the helm of affairs in periods of time. In that process these Sons of God had to face opposition. But in their death even they gave a new meaning of life to us humans to follow. Their ideals and preachings are held dear by us all and will remain so till eternity.


A Friday within Holy Week,
Call it a Good Friday or a Great Friday,
No strings attached whatsoever,
A day long penance and fasting observed without fail,
This Day is commemorated as an anniversary,
Of death of our revered Christ,
But this Day’s purity remains doubtlessly intact.

A Day which we reminiscence,
When our beloved Lord Jesus Christ,
Offered himself on the cross,
Without even a slightest emotional upsurge,
Peaceful in real life
And serene whilst embracing death so certain.

Underwent crucification and ultimate surrender,
To Him on this Day,
Suffering pangs in the process for us.

A holy death,
His supreme sacrifice is an instrument of compensation,
For the sins of every one.

AND followed by a mystical resurrection,
To stun the people at large by His deed.

Methods differ,
To observe the holiness of Good Friday,
Devout kneel with utmost reverence,
Before wooden Cross kept in Churches so holy.

Seven last words of Christ are too repeated,
So that HIS utterances remain carved,
In our memory lane for ever.

A symbolic burial of the Lord too is performed,
Different may be the methods,
Yet inner most welling of touching feeling is unparalleled,
For the Beloved Jesus Christ,
Who for Truth’s sake gave His everything,
So that we may be absolved of our sins.



Holi : HOLI FESTVAL is approaching. There is an air of expectation all round as also a riot of colour everywhere. The Mother Nature too is at its greenest best. There is joy and hope everywhere. We meet our relatives friends and wellwishers and wish that we associate them with our joyful celebrations. I have also penned down one of the the legends attached with HOLI. But all are associated with vitory of good over evil. Evil doer may succceed for sometimes but not every times. Karma always comes in the way of a bad deed. Dood deeds bring us good results and the bad ones have adverse consequences. With this intention in mind, I have written a poem. Kindly go through it and comment because I do get inspiration through your comments.

Holi a festival so holy,

A spirit of Spring Festival springs in all,

Scattering joy and hope,

Nature too is in its finest attire,

When all around greenery flourishes,

There is fragrance of blooming flowers,

With Full Moon as though it too is chipping in,

To share the gaiety and enthusiasm of the people around.

Different people celebrate Holi with different style,

But the common strand of celebration by all remains alike,

People prepare special sweets to welcome their folks so dear,

Shopkeepers & women folks are busiest lots,

Bestowing magnetism to their abodes,

Bonhomie pervades wheresoever’s your eyes survey,

Abuzz with activity mixed with rainbow of colour riot,

At the market places is indeed mesmeric.

Legends have it that a mighty and conceited,

Demon King Hiranyakashyap prided his prowess the most,

He wanted his subjects to worship him in place of God above,

Virtuous Prahlad, his own son agreed not,

Being a staunch devotee of Lord of Creation – Lord Vishnu,

The King wanted his son to be put to sword,

For not obeying his dictates,

Different methods were adopted to kill but failed,

Hiranyakashyap had a sister named Holika,

Blessed with a boon of not being affected by blazing fire,

Both were made to enter a bonfire at full fury,

Thinking fire will harm her not due to boon,

But just opposite ensued,

Prahlad came unscathed with Lord Vishnu grace,

Whilst Holika met her end most tragic.

Legend too has it that Lord Krishana played holi with his beloved Gopies,

To shower love and affection with the shower of colours,

Holi celebrated at Mathura, Vrindavan and Bursana is so matchless even today,

Thread of that time remains in fact intact,

People light a bonfire on the night before D-date,

With devout heart brimming with bliss,

Celebrate triumph of good over evil,

And also remember how devotion to our Lord gets rewarded still.

People play with varied colours,

Intoxicated with joy of the day,

Pour coloured water to each other,

Songs, dance and beats on the drums abound everywhere,

People exchange greetings and pray to God for His bounties.






Dussehra – the annual sacred event,

Devout remember the winning of goodness,

Over wickedness.


Lord Shri Ram,

The embodiment of love, righteousness,

Tolerance, harmony and reverence,

That a son should have,

In immense measure,

For the parents.


He left his everything in Ayodhya,

When Shri Ram’s father Shri Dashratha’,

Acts on the promise given,

To his wife Kakai,

The step mother of Shri Ram,

Who had saved Shri Dashratha’s life,

Consequently extracting a promise,

To be redressed at a time appropriate,

Manthra – the courtier of Kakai too showed her true color,

In making Kakai realize the promise,

Crown for her son Shri Bharat and exile for Shri Ramji,

Shri Ram sacrificed his everything for fourteen years.

And without a demur,

Upon losing his everthing,

He embraced the life simplest in the jungles,

Subsisting on the herbs,

That is the crux of a lesson for offspring of today.



The Ravana, the king of Sri Lanka,

Representing design with evil intent,

With deception took away Sita Mata,

The consort of Shri Ram,

Kept her in his garden – Ashok Bhatika,

Exhorting her to marry him,

Sita Mata, a ideal wife,

Of an ideal husband,

Spurned his unethical wish.


There was a colossal battle,

Between Lord Shri Ram,

Embodiment of rightoutness,

And Ravana,

Representing evil,

In which Ravana lost his everything,

His nears and dears and his forces,

Including himself at end.


There is eternal lesson for all of us,

Remove the evil from our midst,

Burn it out,

As you burn the effigy of Ravana,

As a religious and yearly ritual,

And establish a kingdom of love,

Peace, full of tolerance, goodwill,

Establish kingdom of love for everybody,

Without any discrimination.


Harbans Khajuria