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  Nov 2015 Ambika Jois
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you came up behind me,
wrapped your arms around
my neck and covered
my eyes with your hands.

"guess who?" you asked.

and how silly, i thought,
it was to think that i would
not know you by the
feeling of your heartbeat
against my back.
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
We are made up
Of a thousand sparks
Of light that has the power
To outshine all the darkness
That ever existed.

Be not afraid
Of the darkness,
For the fire
Within us
Helps us discover
What our darkness
Has been hiding.
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
My days get so lonely
And my nights, very noisy.
The darkness brings me thoughts
About my memories, it's crazy.
As the sun rises each day,
I wake up to myself, no one else.
My reasons for every breath,
No one understands, not even myself.
If I don't meet my match someday,
It's okay, I don't mind.
I just want to know there's someone,
For my days and nights to unbind.
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
If I were not me,
I'd be a girl born into a pseudo reality.
I'd be blind, looking for darkness,
Deaf, searching for music,
Mute, singing for the broken.

I'd have a heart made of stone,
Carved with timeless impossibilities.
A compelling pulse rate,
That moves me in rhythm.
I'd have a mind that opens up to fear alone.

If I were not me,
I'd be a reflection;
Of all that I wish
I could be.
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
I wake up with a headache
I knew I shouldn't have stayed up so late
'twas so foolish to hope that I'd understand your game

I know what I gotta do
Too lazy to get outta bed for you
And gulp it down with a glass of water to ease this pain

I see now what I saw before
I didn't know what it was for sure
Till it worked just like paracetamol

I woke up
There it was
Once that killed
Without a cause

Those dreams that turned into nightmares
Those arms that gave away time shares
Feels like history since the last time I needed help but still

There's life waiting to be celebrated
It's no longer so complicated
Thanks to my prayers from the day I wanted more from life

And for the small white pill
This poem is my vision for the common day to arrive whereby Cancer can be treated with a small white pill, that can be taken just like any other painkiller. We have lost many valuable lives out of no fault of their own as a result of Cancer. The world misses them, and I miss them too. Here's a toast to all the hard working scientists and people who are dedicating their lives to find a cure for this nasty beast.
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
Where is the rain
When my tears wanna flow away?
What good is sunshine
When my heart is full of grey?

Tell me why
Tell me how
Tell me when
Will the clouds form?

Tell me where to go
Where I can just hide my face

Where are my feathers?
I need them to show him
What lies beneath – every bit of –
Skin that’s trapping me

My eyes, his glare
My fingers through his hair
He wants more and more
But he can’t feel what I can feel

Tell me why
Tell me how
Tell me when
Will the clouds form?

Tell me where to go
Where I can just hide my face

Tell me now
Through tears of smiles
I just want this to be real

‘Coz I really do not want to hide my face...
Every woman has the right to fall in love. No matter what her profession is. It is human to love. It is human to work. It is human, to feel trapped and it is human to want out. Sadly, it is also human to judge, cheat and betray. This poem is for those who have been judged and trapped in isolation, deprivation and privation from the blessing of love.
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
I could stare away
Into the night sky
And find kazillions of dreamers
Like me
My heart says
No need for goodbyes
For dreamers are born
To be free
If I could dream of anything...
...Anything
I would dream it over and over again
I would dream of my someone special
My fellow dreamer and my best friend
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