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Chasing Sunlight

Chasing Sunlight

For us

children of the sky

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

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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