Siren

                      The ambulance's siren interrupts 

                          the silence of the night. 

                         It gives a chill to my body,

                      even jolts me from sleep unfailingly.

                        The vehicle may be far away,

                           but I end up in sweats.

                       Many a time, the horn infiltrates

                          through the morning pane.

                     The high pitch heedlessly frightens me.

                     Tough to miss the chaos rising in mind.

                         It takes me back to the past,

                         which I ache to ignore hastily.

                    Painful feelings do not fade quickly, 

                 but they hover around you like honey-bees.

                Multiple images stick to you like real friends,

                   not ready to move even for a second.

                       I get disturbed by the siren,

                    it starts paralysing me to the spot.                                                                                       

                    The time moves without a pause. 

               Not giving me enough to regain my composure.

                        While I am sleep-deprived,

                     awful reminisces fly hither & thither.

                   Can anyone suppress toxic nightmares?

                     That sucks your blood like the leeches. 

                      Even when the sounds are low,

                         I get crazy with worry.

                    It reminds me of life so uncertain.

                  A moment of happiness, next one painful.

                     The ambulance carries the trauma,

                         along with the sufferer. 

                   The ambulance is always bad news to me.  

                      It brings dead or near to dying people. 

                      Prayers going round for the patient,

                   the vehicle speeds away, flashing its light. 

                     The minds full of disturbing thoughts,

                     wailing sound floats inside sometimes.

                      Why do I get panic attacks, 

                    even when I detect the soft noise?

                      I run to hide in the bathroom.

                   A reflection in the mirror stares at me, 

                     The image is covered in blood.

                     I collapse on the floor in a heap!

                   Silence engulfs the ambulance.

                      Doubt covers the space.

                       Where is my family?    

                      I try to move my lips, 

                      but nothing comes out.

                   Am I afraid of death, slightly?  

                Not wanting to part with life, lightly!