A Prayer to Live and Let Live

Dear Lord,

Help me behold the beautiful sun

smell the wonderful smells

hail the courage to find my truth

and tell my insecurities Goodbye

for the good of my own soaring heart

for its natural course is a free fall of faith and compassion

for the acts and dreams of all including

my daughters sisters and fathers

Let my fears be the compass for my path ahead

than letting them turn into arrogance

of a self-proclaimed power on the souls of else.

Guide me away from wasting my precious time

in controlling another’s reign

and to see humor in life

For this beautiful day won’t return

and this strength would burn

So inspire me to run while I’ve got my breath

and run far and free

for the mysterious horizons I secretly long for.

Your sincerely

 

P.S.:- Here’s to the hope of us realizing the importance of allowing ourselves and others, the courage and humor to follow one’s bliss and instincts so that we have more free-thinkers and creatives and less mediocre slaves of the society.

I am doing a 30 Days series of Poems on ‘Humanity’… This is my poem for Day 14 (Will soon edit and post the poems for rest of the days.) (Poem for Day 13 is here.)

Chasing Sunlight

Chasing Sunlight

The Caravan of sun

brings the parade

of light

black purple

purple blue

blue something

and with it

hope for

warmth life

mostly warmth

The hope blooms

as comes orange

comes yellow

soft and fuzzy like a fur coat should be

I let it spread all over me like love

speck by speck, inch by inch

I absorb

every morsel

savor it cherish it

on my finger tips my nose

my toes my entire being

We connect we play

it walks I follow

it runs I chase

but then it really starts to run home

I pursue but can’t keep up

my heart gasps and flutters

like a lover losing time

like a fish pulled out of water

I deliriously start grabbing snatching

putting handful of what’s left of it

in my mouth my heart my head

and wherever else I hope it would stay

that’s when reality hits me

and I stop

Exhale grief like a helpless child

watching his sand castle

washing into nothingness

hope flies fear knocks I run for cover

and try to bolt the door

the devil creeps in

crimson

blue black

black

sinister wind claims the throne

mad with new power

hissing in my ears

spreading like a creeper from my edges to my core

which cracks and oozes the spring of my weakness

that I try to wipe

with my threadbare sleeve which was at least dry

is now wet and cold

I shudder

fold my arms tighter

to curl into a cocoon

that I wish  will reverse its natural course

and vanish into nonexistence

of cruelty

that fiddles with me

till I break before the next dawn

This poem is about the emotional struggle that befalls countless homeless people out on the streets in cold and harsh winters . I hope it is able to stir thoughts of concern and actions among us, living on the right side of the street.

I am doing a 30 Days series of Poems on ‘Humanity’… This is my poem for Day 12 (Will soon edit and post the poems for rest of the days.)

With Love

Shivani Ahuja

And the Mountains Echoed by Khaled Hosseini, Book Review

And the Mountains Echoed

Author: Khaled Hosseini

Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing India Pvt Ltd

Published in 2013

And the Mountain echoed is a saga about the unseen umbilical cord that ties the hearts of siblings, no matter how far they are drawn by circumstances, distances and time. It is about a ten year boy named Abdullah who is parted from his three years old sister Pari, who is sold under dire circumstances to a childless couple in the city, and how the events leading to it and the ones thereon intertwine, part and define the fates of many characters related by blood, circumstances or just helpless love. It is a mesh of many short stories narrated from the perspectives of these characters across continents, set in time before, during and after the soviet invasion in Afghanistan, and tied together as part of a higher plan, a larger quest for love and one’s identity and purpose in life.

To me, reading this book was like reading 400 pages of poetry that makes you feel things you would feel while watching a movie or experiencing something in person. Khaled Hosseini is a master of emotions; he can make you feel all warm inside with the mention of a memory of a kid trading his shoes for a feather for his beloved sister’s collection, and at the same time have you plunge in despair on the reality of the siblings being forcibly parted to places that seem much farther in one’s imagination. I found each character in his book as imperfect and vast as a human being. As his previous two novels, the main themes that this book revolves around are love, loss, memories and moral obligations that are profoundly captured by his ability to express complex and ambiguous human emotions through stark comparisons and descriptions that certainly left an echo in my mind.

I highly recommend this book to all who love to flow with the tide of a book, get caught up in its music and be in the afterthoughts of the vastness and diversity of human emotions.

Happy Reading.

P.S – Do let me know what you think about this book and also if you would like to know about any other books by the same or any other authors.

True Virtues

True Virtues,

the paths, the roads we incessantly pursue.

For only True virtues can lead us to happiness

that is the innate destiny of us all.

 

Abundance,

a state of mind and heart, that suffices.

For out of Abundance arises unconditional love

that is all pervasive and extraordinary.

 

Love,

the ultimate answer to all our quandaries.

For when we let Love be the motivation for all our actions,

we don’t have to constantly think about what is the right thing to do.

 

Earnestness,

a path that we must find the courage to tread.

For Earnestness is an instinct for those who follow their heart

and pretense for those who give up.

 

Resilience,

a word of wisdom we must live by.

For amidst the whirlwinds of our outer and inner universes,

only Resilience can ensure the perpetuation of our true selves.

 

Patience,

a rock that we must make our minds to be.

For Patience is the door to those hidden treasures of the universe,

that we often walk past in the haste of our lives.

 

Hope,

a flower to be cherished.

For hope nurtures our faith in the awaited bliss

that we all ultimately wish to attain.

 

Bliss,

a virtue so wholesome.

For those who aim and learn to ‘be’ bliss,

attain all that is the innate destiny of us all.

 

I am doing a  series of Poems on ‘Humanity’… This is my poem for Day 11 (Will soon edit and post the poems for rest of the days.)

With Love

Shivani Ahuja

A Faceless Girl

Horrified,

when I see her lying partially naked,

half asleep or unconscious,

on a busy street of Block A’s market.

I die a little inside.

 

I halt,

give a closer look,

and my heart cringes

at the sight of her seemingly burnt stomach,

the permanently etched pain on her face.

 

I linger,

and scan myself for courage

to offer her aid.

But then I cower, walk past and pretend

that the last 30 seconds never occurred.

 

A whirlwind

takes over my mind,

and all I can notice is

naive kids picking rags,

not knowing what would become of them.

 

No reprieve

seems to meet

the wailing mother,

hiding her tears and

feeding her hungry child.

 

Supervision

seems to allude

the vulnerable little ones

running in half pants,

and may be enduring what they ought not.

 

No more

I can bear

the rhetoric of my mind,

and rush back to find

the faceless girl in Block A.

 

Gone!

No trace no sign.

Just the empty space

with her ghost in my mind

sitting in the very same corner.

 

I wonder

how she went,

where she had gone.

Thought of what might befall her,

pierces my heart through and through.

 

Ashamed!

For I just witnessed

my substandard reflexes bringing no aid,

and me wading each and every day, deluded,

through the mess of my own neglect.

 

Exasperated,

I prod myself.

Find my pretty logics cloaking conveniences,

too afraid to stand alone and up straight,

carrying the backbone of a coward.

 

Swear

to act upon it

one step at a time,

not frightening my fragile courage,

remembering that faceless face every time.

 

Hoping

that god forbid I come across

the same ghost in my life again,

I will have the courage to stop

and bring her back to life.

 

This poem is about how we come across so many homeless people on the streets but just cant find the courage to lend a helping hand. I am doing a 30 Days series of Poems on ‘Humanity’… This is my poem for Day 10 (Will soon edit and post the poems for rest of the days.)

Also, in Response to Kim’s (Poets United) prompt of writing succinctly and boldly about a personal experience . Sorry for not keeping it under 100 words, but just had to write it all down to get it on the common grounds for all the readers.. I hope it makes us all find our courage for those in need.

With Love

Shivani Ahuja