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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.

Yours 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

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


blue 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

A Faceless Girl


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.



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.



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.



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.



I prod myself.

Find my pretty logics cloaking conveniences,

too afraid to stand alone and up straight,

carrying the backbone of a coward.



to act upon it

one step at a time,

not frightening my fragile courage,

remembering that faceless face every time.



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

‘a CASUAL sunday walk’

On just a casual Sunday morning

I casually decide to take a walk down the street.


Casually I walk out of my house,

walk into a pile of trash

Oh, must have been my fault!

Right outside my door is obviously where

it could have been dumped

coz the dustbin across the street is clearly overflowing!


Then casually I saunter down the sidewalk

Almost trip over a boulder.

How silly of me!

I should have remembered or noticed

the last month’s ‘Under Repair’ sign still standing intact.

After all, a ‘little’ delay isn’t a crime.


I gain my balance

and casually head to the other side of the road,

fall flat on my Face!

Alas! where was my attention?

I TOTALLY forgot about the ever dug pot holes.

Who doesn’t walk carefully after it has rained?


I stand up, brush my clothes, sulk a little

then try to casually concentrate on the pleasant sunny day.

Kids playing happily and animatedly beside that open sewer,

Birds chirping away to glory on the clutter of loosely hanging wires,

Cars skillfully parked amidst the fallen trees.

The world certainly seems wonderful!


I walk back home

Remembering to jump and hop my way back

Not so condescending!

RESPECTING the nature and state of things,

Make home in a single piece!

After all, isn’t All well that ends well’?


And again, on the next casual Sunday morning

I very casually decide to walk down the SAME STREET!


With Love

Shivani Ahuja


I am doing a 30 Days series of Poems on ‘Humanity’.. This is my poem for Day 13 (Will soon post the poems for the days missed)

This poem is inspired by NaPoWriMo‘s prompt of writing a poem about any kind of observations made. Here, I speak about poor state of civic amenities even in the urban cities of India. In future, I will try to write about the non-existence of even the basic amenities in certain parts of the country.

An Illiterate’s Rhetoric

I am Hungry and Tired!

For I seldom get two square meals a day,

and I know not the feeling of a warm bed.


I am Weak and in Pain!

I am aware of the open wound on my left foot,

and I know not the difference between cold and wet!


I will outlet my anger as I deem fit!

For I can see the bones jutting out of my New Born,

and I don’t have the liberty to mourn or regret.


My pockets are empty!

For I am certain to have a waste of most of my days,

and I seldom get a handful of grain for a whole day’s sweat!


Do not run over me!

For I often have sky for a ceiling.

and I pray not falling of my seldom sheds.


I wish I wasn’t guilty!

But I steal and kill if I have no choice,

,and I beg and borrow if I select.


I will stand in the rain!

for I do not try to fit in as I know I’ll be banished!

and I can’t afford to stand up to the rules they set!


I must be Illiterate!

for it doesn’t read right what they ask to read between the lines

,but I believe what they say for they know best.


But Sometimes I wonder

Is it my hunger that makes me weak or do my weaknesses keep me hungry?

Am I weak coz I know not how to demand what I deserve?

Does my ignorance provoke me to the rage I resort to?

Does my lack of a pen make a perpetual hole in my pockets?

Don’t I deserve to make a shed that won’t fall?

Am I guilty for I am easy to be played to be so?

Do I stand in the rain just for the lack of my knowledge of the right paths?



Well, then I really must be Illiterate

For even when I wonder,

I can only see my mind make an Illiterate rhetoric

,and know not how to answer the life’s test.


This poem is to spread awareness about the hardships that millions of people around the world have to face due to their inability to read and write. They have to bear Poverty, Long Term Illnesses, Social Exclusion, and Crime just because of their lack of awareness and and inability to protect themselves and demand their own basic rights.

With Love

Shivani Ahuja

I am doing a 30 Days series of Poems on ‘Humanity’.. This is my poem for Day 7

It is inspired by NaPoWriMo‘s prompt of writing a rhetorical poem.

Runaway Pride

I know

I must have been

wrong to have taken birth

and then wrong to have lived it through

I know.


I know

I caused them pain,

caused them misery too,

became the reason for discord

I know.


I ran

to hide from me,

escape another fight,

to lift my  abhorring shadow

I ran.


I cried

cold and lonely

hungry and terrified

no clue, no sight of morrow

I cried.


It rained

sorrows, assaults,

unnerving fearful thoughts,

easy hunger, sinister paths,

It rained.


Sought home,

for I was lost,

in pain and so afraid,

still couldn’t find my way back. I,

sought home.


I stood

facing the dark

swearing a morbid path

making callousness my very being

I stood.


I slept

a hundred dreams

and every hopeful thought.

I traded my soul and flesh while

I slept.


I saw

my mind losing

my body corrupting

watched my soul turn into a ghost.

I saw.


Gave up

every little hope,

faith in a smile and touch.

Grew colder by each summer, I

Gave up.


I die

every second,

with every breath I take,

knowing my existence is wrong

I die


Save me

If I survive

If you can show a light,

can bear my numbness enough, then

Save me.


Hold me

for I will cry

might try to run and hide,

won’t know how to come around, so

Hold me


Tell me

I was right to

have lived and to have fought,

no matter how grim it had been.

Tell me


Show me

how to love me

and how to live again.

If I haven’t slipped too far then

Show me.


This poem is dedicated to the street children of India, who strive to live everyday with their lost pride and identity. They are scarred due to incessant emotional and physical assaults and deprivations. They are often caught in a vicious circle of financial and emotional hardships and insecurities, and they lead their lives in a morbid state with hardly any or no assistance, supervision and guidance. I would also like to appreciate the efforts of young organisations like ‘Manavdhara – A Youth Social Organisation for Humanity‘ that take up the task of spreading awareness of and working towards such important issues.


With Love

Shivani Ahuja


Also, I urge you all fellow bloggers and readers to sign a simple petition (Just your name and Country) to Demand an International Street Children Day from the UN.

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I am doing a 30 Days series of Poems on ‘Humanity’.. This is my poem for Day 5

It is inspired by NaPoWriMo‘s prompt of writing a Cinquain. I hope you all like it.

Lost Prudence

Every day, my heart kneels in a hopeful prayer, pleading courage to listen to my conscience, to erase my guilt and to live without fear.

For on those brutal winter nights I wonder if it is my indifference or my lazy conscience that keeps me from extending the warmth of my spare blanket.

After a hearty meal sometimes, my guilt robs me off the pleasure, for I know I can provide for an extra serving, and I don’t.

My helplessness often cries in the rain, for it knows that I am cowering behind my conveniences and not manning up.

My healthy body finds itself limp for it does not try to lift the burden of an illness from the empty hands of an ailing man.

My wisdom feels lost when my so called rational being shows utter inability to provide for a meaningful education.

My reasons demand exile when they can no more live under the gloom of my inordinate vanity snubbing all fairness.

And then again my thwarted heart kneels in a hopeful prayer, calling to my compassion to lend a helping hand, to heed to my inner voice and stand up to my reasons.

With Love

Shivani Ahuja


I am doing a 30 Days series of Poems on ‘Humanity’.. This is my poem for Day 1

My inspiration to take up this project is NaPoWriMo. I might not be able to follow all their prompts, but I will try to be as close to them as possible. Thanks to their wonderful team for motivating and inspiring so many people around the world.

I hope you all can identify and relate to my work, for that is the greatest appreciation a writer can get..