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Ambika Jois Nov 2015
It's where I'm meant to be,
But you're standing in my way.
You're not a harmful subject,
Yet you're not asking me to stay.

It's where I'm meant to be,
My heart said it's the only way.
You're standing before me,
Turning my mind into your clay.

It's where I'm meant to be,
I thought my final signs were screaming.
At me, of course, who else?
You're standing there listening and watching.

It's where I'm meant to be,
I thought God finally heard my call.
My call to Him was not for you, but for a path,
The one you're still standing in strong and tall.

It's where I'm meant to be,
For how much more must I pray?
You're still my growing obstacle,
Hey Ganesh, lost options for games to play?

It's where I'm meant to be,
I call the place my mother, my home.
You're there standing like a sacred idol,
Hey Ganesh, please make your message to me, more known.
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
Will I be the one
You can see with your eyes closed?
Or will I be the one
You can't see even with your eyes open?

Will I be the one
You will hold in your arms?
Or will I be the one
You will hold in your heart?

Will I be the one
You speak all the truth with?
Or will I be the one
To hear all truth disguised as lies?

Will I be the one
You will choose to share a bench with?
Or will I be the one
You will choose to share a home with?

Will I be the one
You will still write to
When your heart is heavy
When your mind is weak
When your stomach is growling
When your eyes are aching?

Or will I be the one
You will think of writing to
When your heart is occupied
When your mind is strong
When your stomach is stretched with delicacies
When your eyes are freshened as ever?

Will I be the one for you?
  Nov 2015 Ambika Jois
Sourodeep
As a kid I would see
a bird and wonder if
I could fly too.
I wanted to fly to
fill my heart with
excitement,
spreading wings
seeing beautiful things
Now I feel change of role
the small plant has grown old
even as I sit inside a plane
it does not feel like flying
outside the window pane.
Now after all these years
a bird flying high means
to run away from my fears
to drop off this heavy drape
and fly just to escape.
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
Good morning world
Open your eyes with a smile
Give your ears to the melodies of your heart

Listen to your heartbeat
It carries the rhythm of your soul
Feel your pulse and set your spirit free

Good morning world
Open your eyes with a smile
Wake up and hear the sound of love

The air is filled with music
Pause just a moment to breathe it
As you take it in you’ll hear the sound of love

Good morning world
Open your eyes with a smile
Give your ears to the melodies of your heart

Good morning world
Open your eyes with a smile
Wake up and hear the sound of love
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
Tu mera dil (you are my heart),
Tu meri jaan (you are my life),
Jaan-e-jaan (the life of life)…

Here I am, awaiting rain
Awaiting a band of colours
To shimmer upon these eyes in pain
To clink into these ears disdained
To delight this mind of fears, memoirs and shame

There you are, it is you
You embody all the colours
Within the rainbow of my imagination
Within the verses of this ovation
Within the message carried in my creation

The power of doubt
Corners me, I wander about
I look at the sky for answers
When the sky’s dropped you down to sing them out

Emcompassing sheer valour
Giftwrapped by your voice so tantric
I’ve come to terms;
There is only one colour –
– The colour of music.
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
You can have me
Have me now, pay later.
Or pay now, have me later.

You can want me
Want me now, regret later.
Or regret now, want me later.

You can see me
See me now, touch me later.
Or touch me now, feel me later.

You can take me
Take me now, I’m yours forever.
Or I’m yours forever, to take me whenever.
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