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Chaos and Commotion

How do you do your work?
With a straight forward style,
Or with cofusion,
With chaos and commotion?

Do you do your work painfully,
With stress and rigor,
Or with confusion,
With chaos and confusion?

I do mine right,
I keep things light.
I don't have to breathe heavy.
I just do my work and work and work.
Vera Sidhwa



Death Is My Friend

Death is my friend.

We lie together on the ocean blown sand.
He is my gentle guide and saint.
He's rocked in my arms, and burrowed in my heart.
I found him playing in my crade, when I was just born.

Death is so loved by me,
Even his non-living ways.
As living as I may be,
Death has seen life and death.
Because I have death glam,
My friend looks sweet.
I lie underneath the apple tree with a heart beating
with gladness.

With one whose heartbeat doesn't exist.
But now I must stand up and leave him be,
So I walk in the opposite direction.

Death is a sweet friend,
But I'd rather meet him one day
Far in a distant time,
Then he'll be mine, a friend close to me.
Then I'll be just like him,
Hand in hand, this time matching eath other
Vera Sidhwa



Don't Do This

I thought we were okay on this.
Don't do this.
But you were bent on it.
You did this.

How many talks between people,
Sound like this?
To many talks like this
Go like this.

The stretch between mind and heart,
Needs to be looked at.
The heart needs to be weighed heavy.
The mind not so much.
Vera Sidhwa



Children on the Streets of India

The girl of twelve told me,
A different but then the same story,
That boy of four told me,
His idea of what life should be.

But I different from them,
And yet the same.
Couldn't understand that life's game,
Couldn't even spare THEM,
These very newly arrived, happy and eager ones.

Their laughter, giggles and grin,
Their baby souls with hardly a sin,
Would eventually face such challenges,
That even many adults wouldn't.

These were children of another reality.
But these children were just like others,
With conditions laid harshly down on them,
And called to live up to them,
If they could.

The pavement children of India watched,
The world swirl around them.
Yet they were not a part of that motion.
Their own world stood still, every minute and hour.

These children's eyes looked far away,
That was not a child's mode.
These children's eyes looked hungry,
For that food in that beggar's bowl.

I stood next to them,
I sat next to them.
I looked at them.
Then I did not looked at them.

I looked at them.
They looked at me.

Then for that one quantum which seemed an eternity,
My heart's soul shrieked.
Walking away from them,
Never resolving their angst,
Not knowing how to.

I now saw from the
Salty wet curtains of my eyes,
A small boy running to me,
With arms full of garlands and presents.

He with no possessions,
Bestowed gifts on me.
He with no possessions,
Smiled and smiled gleefully.

With the hugs he received at the airport's tarmac,
I turned my back to him to board my plane.
Back to the U.S.,
Never again to be the same.

Then returning a year later with toys,
Candies and smiles for India's children again.
Vera Sidhwa
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