Cross-over chaos

Right after the count down 
the music blared,
And firecrackers boomed
 and lit up the gloomy sky with blissful magical colours that lasted momentarily,
Ooh-ing and aah-ing- their voices erupted
 in ecstasy and amusement -as thou breaking the chains of misery.

Others exchanged hugs, others
bussed under the vanishing stars,
Others made wishes under the flashing stars, others 
prayed for those in sickness and less privileged,
Others grooved to the sound of music:
for them, only that moment mattered,
Monks just slept: Mondays and Fridays are inseparable
to them, so is the cross-over,
Once the firecrackers were no more
life went on, reality sneaked in their dreams and engulfed them.