I face challenging situations,
I know it tests my character;
Its a part of personality development,
Previous experiences could’ve been sinister;

I’m Ambika Jois,
My soul is named thus whilst I reside in this body;
My purpose is transmitted through my voice,
Carrying peace, hope and love to everybody;

I’ve looked fear in the eye,
I’ve listened to doubt through these ears;
I’ve spoken lies with this tongue and –
I’ve touched what harms just as what heals;

These mistakes are just my teachers,
Guiding me through my learning curve ;
Day by day they’ve turned into healers,
And I’ve gone from giving my heart away to opening it to serve;

I’ve made decisions,
I’ve made difficult ones;
Some were totally right,
others were quite wrong;

They affected me greatly,
Yet today if I fall I am fit for survival;
'Coz my words may have held negative definitions,
But I, the soul, have got nothing to do with it – no denial;

I am a soul,
My qualities are love and peace;
My body is just an instrument,
This is what I believe;

I’m positive, if you see me so;
I’m negative, if you see me so;
I am beyond what can be seen,
I am beyond what I have ever before been.

I am Ambika Jois
I’m a soul chosen to play with zeal;
Without this essence of mine,
Non-existent will my connectivity be.

A Year ago, in the same date
As A Stranger I entered this beautiful Garden Hp
A Beautiful flower (Elsa) drags me with her pure heart
Wise words (from wolf, Sir Poet,Jack, etc.) kept me to know the life’s secret
Sweet buds (Smiriti, Aarvie,) enjoys me with their great writes
Love Birds (Brandon &jane;) echoes me their beautiful rhythms
My Beautiful Bros (ryn, Joe, pradip,spt, Mufiq) supports me and admires with their strong writes
My Sweet sisters (Donna, pax, nimah, Vicki) fills my heart with their pure poems
All my new friends (Eddie, patty, gray l, tropica, wepping willow, Mysterious , Jimmy, its gona make sense, packin heat ,Poetry journal,Dark n beautiful, Wilson, Rose, James, Margaux, Asim, etc) gave me beautiful space and spirits..

Poetry Is...  

...a journey
...to magical places
never seen....never been to...  

...places...we don't wish
to be...  
places...we'd rather be...

...a palette...
paints the world
black...white...
yellow....green...blue...

...white doves fly somewhere
some places...
red covers the atmosphere

...a bucket
of faces...names...moments
we remember
or forget

....a potpourri...
of sweet nothings
curses
promises, broken
unheard conversations

...of bleeding hearts,
feelings reciprocated,  
smiles, escaping from
contented lips

...of lovers, riding
tandem bikes
flying kites
planning
dreaming...
unending

...of grips
loosening
leaving...
still, we breathe
still, we exist...

Poetry is anything...tangible...invisible
Poetry is US....the WORLD....

(10W X 10)


Sally

Copyright October 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan