A Very Happy Diwali from the Maharaja Blues

The Maharaja's Diwali Anthem 


By lamp and lute, by drum and flame,

The Maharajas rise in festive frame

A tiger taps the tabla’s beat,

Whilst a fox with a harmonica skips down the street.


A rooster strums his resonant tune,

A bear with a bass thumps under the moon.

Their robes aglow with golden thread,

They sing of light where darkness fled.


“O friends of fire, of spark and song,

Come dance with us, the night is long!

Let every diya blaze with cheer,

For hood shall triumph year by year.”


No gate too closed, no heart too small

This Diwali, we welcome all.

From alley cat to cosmic train,

From bureaucrat to bard insane.


We light the skies with saffron sparks,

We mend the world with joyous marks.

A year ahead, so full, so bright

Of kindness, courage, love, and light.


So raise your voice, your lamp, your paw,

And sing with us in festive awe.

The Maharajas wish you grace and glee

A Diwali of wild harmony!


The Rooster’s Raga of Radiance

The Rooster, bedecked in crimson silk with golden embroidered feathers flared like fireworks, his Resonator guitar slung like the crescent moon, struts up front, his talons tapping, eyes gleaming with bluesy mischief. 

His voice? A raspy sunrise, half hymn, half cock a doodle doo. Here’s his verse, a Diwali crow from the rooftop of joy.


I crow for the candles, the crackle, the spark,

For the songs that shimmer in shadow and dark.

My strings are lit with saffron fire,

Each riff a wish, each bend a choir.


I’ve seen the dawns where hope was thin,

But Diwali drums a tune within.

So I strut for the lonely, the lost, the shy,

For the ones who light lamps with tears in their eye.


Let the sky be a canvas, the stars our ink,

Let the world pause, let the heart think.

This year we rise, we riff, we roar

With love that knocks on every door.

The Tiger's Tabla Taal of Triumph


Then up stepped the tiger, regal, rhythmic, radiant. His turban gleaming like a comet, his paws poised over his tabla as if the universe itself was waiting to be played. His paws invoke blessings in each beat, his verse, a cosmic cadence of courage and celebration.


Tap atap, boom boom, the tiger calls,

Through alleys, temples, mirrored halls.

My tabla speaks in thundered rhyme,

Of ancient joy and sacred time.


I drum for the brave, the bold, the kind,

For the ones who heal, who speak their mind.

For every soul who lights a lamp,

In homes and hearts and every camp.


This Diwali, let rhythm reign

Let music melt the fear and pain.

For good shall rise, and evil fall,

As candles flicker in every hall.


So tap your feet, let courage swell,

The tiger drums what words can’t tell.

A year of light, of fierce delight

Of roaring love and dancing night.


Bear's Bass Blessing 

 And then forward stepped the bear, his sunglasses gleaming in reflected lamplight, his bass strung low with subharmonic notes even lower, his paws pulsing to the rhythm of the cosmos. His voice is a velvet growl, a heavy bassline wrapped in honey and firecrackers and mysterious octave pedals. It is said that just as this moment was being captured, he was photobombed by a celebrating Rooster! Here’s his verse, thumping with warmth and groove.



Boom goes the bass in the belly of night,

I thump for the lamps and the long lost light.

My baselines groove to a diya’s flame,

Each note a prayer, each chord a name.


We’ve seen the shadows, danced with doubt,

But Diwali’s here to sing them out.

So I strum for the healers, the dreamers, the cooks,

For the kids with sparklers and storybooks.


I thump for the hood, for the kind and the bold,

For the tales we share and the hands we hold.

Let the fireworks rise, let the worries fall—

This year’s for everyone, one and all.


The Fox's Flame of Friendship 


And finally stepping forward was the gentle fox, soft-stepping through the glow of a thousand diyas, harmonica cradled like a secret, eyes twinkling with kindness and quiet mischief. He whispered with joy, like a breeze through jasmine garlands. His verse is a lullaby for the soul, a warm dollop of welcome and wonder. 


I hum for the hush between the sparks,

For the gentle glow in shadowed parks.

My harmonica sighs in silver tone,

For every heart that walks alone.


I play for the quiet, the kind, the true,

For the ones who ask, “Is there room for me too?”

Yes, there is by the lamp, by the song,

In this Diwali, you belong.


Let the fireworks dazzle, let the drums resound,

But I’ll be here where peace is found.

A tune for the elders, the shy, the small,

For the ones who light lamps and expect none at all.


So come, dear friend, take this flame I hold

It’s soft, it’s bright, it’s brave, it’s bold.

The year ahead will bloom and bend,

But you’ll have music, light, and friend.


The Maharajas’ Final Diwali Chorus

The Maharajas stepped into the glow of Diwali’s eternal flame. 

Their final chorus was a jubilant crescendo, a cosmic chord of love, light, and hood-hearted harmony. From the tablas taal to harmonicas crescendo, the Maharajas lit up the night with warmth, joy, and cosmic groove. And they wished all kindred spirits a Diwali filled with music, mischief, and the eternal triumph of hood-heartedness. 

Together we sing, together we shine,

In rhythms divine and melodies fine.

From jungle to rooftop, from street to star,

We strum for the souls, wherever they are.


Let the candles speak, let the fireworks fly,

Let joy be the echo that kisses the sky.

We’ve danced through the dark, we’ve roared through the rain

Now Diwali brings light, love, and refrain.


So here’s to the healers, the dreamers, the cooks,

To the rebels with harmonicas and storybooks.

To the ones who light lamps with laughter or tears,

We crown you with music for all your years.


Boom goes the bass, crow goes the tune,

Tap goes the tabla beneath the moon.

The Fox blows up a gentle breeze

And the world, dear friend, sings back with ease.


This year, this night, this sacred spark

We welcome all, from light to dark.

The Maharajas wish you joy and grace,

A Diwali of love in every place.


And finally a Happy Diwali from Devauden Festival's House of Roots.

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