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Ambika Jois Nov 2015
I can't wait to feel you inside me,
Feels like we're meant to be,
All talk of rain and thunder,
Is beginning to make me wonder,
What'll I really feel
When you capture my eyes for real?

Making love in the rain is my fantasy,
In the rain and on the terrace would be ecstasy,
You feel my goosebumps all over you,
That's the weather's work, is that you too?

I wonder if you'd let me work
If you saw me naked with nothing but a smirk,
I look at my bullet and know for sure,
I want something else to adore,
Come to me soon,
Make love to me till noon

Time your fingers met my hair,
It's craving for a dare,
To see if you can show it more care,
Than I do with my time spare

Pull it as you ****** in me,
Hear me moan as you set me free...
As long as I'm here,
You've nothing to fear.

Your tool may measure to be a big number,
Nothing I can't handle, let's start with your finger..
Show me your skill,
Before it's time to fill..

I'm all yours
Want me on all fours?
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
A moment of silence
Will not change history
Will not bring back the dead
Will not replace tragedy with victory

A moment of silence
Will not reverse events
Will not restore security
Will not resend tears

A moment of silence
Is only to remember
What life was like before
We lost our patience
We gave up our hopes
We lost trust in our faith
And decided –
Segregation is the way to world peace
Separation is the way to independence
Solitude is the way to heal

I stand before my mirror today
Drawing on my eye line with a black pencil
Adding weight to the lashes that protect my eyes
Shading my lips to a hue that is not my own
Knowing, that my true colors beneath all application
Will be judged against my character
Will be imposed with expectations against my vision
Will be depended on with no gratitude
Will be compared to stereotypes of ideals

I would like to take a moment of silence
Today and everyday
To accept who I am
To recognize what I once was
To let myself grow

This moment of silence will guide me
Today and everyday
To dream with my eyes wide open
To realize who I need to become
To find the hero within me

I am taking this moment of silence
To create history, instead of become
To live before I die
To reform my failures into victories

I am taking this moment of silence
To live this day with many new beginnings
To trust myself to recreate security
To replace tears with courage

This moment of silence
Could take my breath away
But I will stand still
For our saviors would do the same
Ambika Jois Sep 2016
You become my words,
When I became speechless.
You became my sunshine,
When I drowned in darkness.
You became my inspiration,
To wake up and live my dream.
You became my reason,
My pride, treasure and esteem.
You my darling, became my Kanna,
My strength, love and best friend.
You and I are now not two, but one,
Together, forever, beyond every end.
I wrote this poem for my best friend to whom I got engaged to on Tuesday, June 14th 2016. This poem in its simplest form, defines our union thus far and I wrote it to announce our engagement to the world. *Kanna* is the name I call my fiance by, which in Tamil refers to the Lord Krishna, also referred to as the one who stole my heart, dear to my heart and beloved one.
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 May 2016
I wonder if you could tell me
What you saw in my eyes on day one
The day we met had a warm summer breeze
But what did you see under our setting sun?

I ponder until my sky has darkened
What you heard that you didn’t want to let go of
The night we sat in Aya with our eyes widened
But what did you hear through the music of love?

I squander my imagination out of reach
What you could’ve felt on our last embrace
Over the clouds, mourning mountains and seas
But what did you feel about the memories we couldn’t erase?

I surrender my thoughts and dream from yesteryear
What stopped us from erupting every single day?
Through our implosions, we’ve turned igneous and seared
But what good are we if we can’t make it through today?
I wonder, if the quiet and serene Aogashima were to break her silence from 1785 and throw her heat out, how would it appear?
This poem is based on one of my repressed emotions that I felt was connecting with the peaceful yet secretly building Aogashima.

For full intro, visit - https://ambikajois.wordpress.com/2016/04/27/aogashima/
Ambika Jois Oct 2016
Every time we argue
I shut myself off outside
Overpowered by my own reticence
Trapped away by my own pride

You fell in love with the fire
I'm flaming and burning out here and there
You only speak of the one in my belly
I feel the damaging aftermath everywhere

I love us the way we are
Fights, arguments, the regular LQ
We form the hurt, we form the surrender
It's perfect as it is, thanks to the MU.

Love hurts - I disagree.
Words do. Actions do.
Love can heal and unite everything.
Undoubtedly, even me and you.
LQ - Lovers' Quarrel; MU - Mutual Understanding
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
I stand here
Awaiting your touch
Free me forever
From my crutch
Take me away
I’ll join you in your freedom
From days so achromatic
Preserved in an arboretum.
Ambika Jois Apr 2017
We don’t love like we used to love
What it meant to us is a blur now
The light has left behind everything
What’s remaining is still us, somehow

There were loads of games that we used to play
Along the way we lost each other
Our dreams turned into nightmares
So now, where is our ‘forever’?

Take a look at me – can you recognize me?
I used to be that bird only you could free
And now I’m singing my heart out for your mercy
‘Cause I still wanna be your somebody

You stayed quiet just to let me talk
Never spoke your mind, I’m dejected
How and why must I endure anymore,
When your heart and mine is connected

I need a light at the end of this tunnel
No pretending we’ve got it alright
When you won’t hear a single word from me,
How would you know if my heart cried?

Maybe I’m not as special as you first thought
But I still love you endlessly from my heart
Tell me we can go back there again and start
‘Cause I still wanna be your somebody
There’s no such thing as unconditional love. Well, that’s not entirely true. There IS such a thing as unconditional love. It only shows up evidently when we remain without any conditioning as we deliver such love. Does that make sense? ‘Cause, see, when we ‘love’, it comes with a set of conditions. Basic stencil for the art of such loving comes with expectations. If we love and bear zero expectations, that’s probably the only time love is unconditional; Or else, does it not become conditional when the most basic requirement to declare such love is that we expect it to be recognized? Noticed, even? When circumstances change, conditions change. We also change. Being who we used to be when things around us have changed is also a change in us as we no longer fit with the current circumstances like we did with the last time. Isn’t that enough to say – change is inevitable? Logically, if we don’t keep up with that change, won’t we be the ones to miss out, lose out, miss and lose? We get left behind. It happens to all of us.
Ambika Jois Sep 2018
Oh how I love you,
Dear Unborn Baby,
I've been waiting
For you.

Holding you in my arms,
Is all I'm yearning,
For I've been waiting,
Since 22.

I can't wait
Any longer
To see
Which part of you
Resembles me.
I want you
To be better
In every way baby,
Better than me.

I've seen how
This world can be deceiving.
I want you to trust me,
When I hold you close.
I can't wait
For this world to see you.
When you're ready to take off,
Take my love with your wings.

Oh how I love you
Dear Unborn Baby,
I've been waiting
For you.

Holding you in my arms,
Is all I'm yearning,
For I've been waiting,
Since 22.
I've always had this vision of being a mother, holding my baby in my arms. I'm not a mother, yet I feel like I know this feeling already. This poem is how I recently felt when a gush of broodiness took over briefly.
Ambika Jois Mar 2021
What are we,
Now that we are?

Who are we,
After whom we left behind?

Where are we,
Since we're neither here nor there?

Why are we,
'We' without you or me?

When are we,
To be, not the future, but present?

How are we,
Going to be.. Just.. Be?
The times we are confused, everything seems a blur. Breaking it down to the 5 Ws and the big H is the only left hope.
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
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
You can’t see the air around us;
It doesn’t mean you’re not breathing it.
I could lie on hot coal to show you;
If you want my wings instead, nothing else will fit.
Every note, every vibration,
Bears the fruit of your powerful mind.

If you truly wanted love and peace,
You’d be devotedly singing it out to mankind.
Honesty can be sweet, it can be brutal.
There’s nothing like facing your fear,
Afraid to discover the truth,
When like a fool, you treat trash talk so dear.

That tiny ray of light shining through,
Is for us, me and you to be reassured,
There is no pleasure, no gain, no good,
In the absence of what has to be endured.
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
You once longed for that feeling
Now you have it

You once dreamed of the rosy side
Now you've passed it

You once felt alone
Now you have that person

You once thought of solving issues
Now you don't have control

You once thought you had everything
Now you do

You once said everything was nothing
Now you feel it

You once promised you'll be there
Now you can't keep it

You once wanted to restart
Now you can't change what's happened
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
I don’t want you to go fishing
For salmon, when you can get ray;
If you’re fast enough, you can shoot –
– A hook around a horse’s tail.

If you’re patient,
You could weave through the jelly’s glow,
Glimmering softness through each filament,
Calming your senses from morbid to mellow.

I don’t want you to go fishing
For make-believe, when you know it stings;
If you’re strong enough, hold on –
– Gills and fins are just as brave as wings.

If you’re yearning for more and more,
Boundaries are all you’ll see;
If you’re ready to stop waiting,
Why are you telling me?
Ambika Jois Sep 2018
The days are filled with silence
I spend sunlight on finding answers
Waiting hours on end for night to fall
Hoping another day will carry chances

I used to sing my heart out
When I was left alone at home
Now I fear that someone might hear me
That someone is me, oh no

How did I go
From melody to nothing
Years of dreaming
To losing everything

How will I rise
From nothing to something
Years of learning
Have I forgotten to sing?

The nights are filled with demons
I spend moonlight on finding angels
Waiting hours on end for the morning
Hoping I'd wake up to a sequel

I've only lived half of what I can
I've only dreamed half of what I am
I've only sang half of what I understand
I only, only, only... just began...

How did I go
From melody to nothing
Years of dreaming
To losing everything

How will I rise
From nothing to something
Years of learning
Have I forgotten to sing?
I've been undergoing some low times lately. It may just be a simple case of writer's block or something similar, but after a turning point in my life, this poem defines how I've been struggling to find myself again. Maybe I'll never find my old self, but I hope to find my new self soon.
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
Sweep my feet off the ground
Take me out of town
Fly me to the moon
Let me kiss off your frown

Fear not, we're way above the clouds
No one now can see us
Hold me, let's move to this tune
I want you to unleash your lust

For me... For me... For me...

I can feel you now
Don't be shy my love
Smile, you're well endowed
I can take it rough

You have me entangled with you
Can you tell I've waited for you? Do trust
Don't let go, I love you weaved onto me
I want you to unleash your lust

For me... For me... For me...

I want you to let go all over me...all over me...all over me...
Breathe in, my love, we're peaking insanity...peaking insanity....peaking insanity...
I know you want more of me
'Coz I'm making you want a whole lot more of me
I want you to take me, unwrap me like your gift of the night

Do it...

For me... For me... For me...
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
There is something deep inside me so strong
Emotions are rising and I want to know where you belong

I think of you and each time I do that, I miss you
Missing friends can't possibly be the new groove

You're beginning to mean more to me than a friend
It's you who taught me how to live life without risking a heart lend

I couldn't call for help, for my troubles were my own doing
I needed help, for my troubles brought tears I was in drowning

I never asked for help, but I knew I needed some
You stepped up to me and collected my pieces one by one

You did it because your heart is of a diamond kind
I let you do it as I was numb and only you could renew my mind

I've received many gestures and words from people who care
Without you around anymore, I feel like my heart has gone bare

The time I saw you last I couldn't tell you what you mean to me
You're gone now and you've taken with you a piece of me for eternity

For what it's worth, I cannot lie to myself anymore
You're already a part of me, and you'll know I'm lying for sure

My tears are now forming, waiting to trickle down like morning dew
My life will be incomplete if my future would have me away from you.
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
I ask you to do one thing
Pump blood around the body
The rhythm is key
For I live on the fitting melody

Fight if you must,
The pain is just the crust
Throughout all that is unjust
Success is at stake, as is my trust

But you betray me, while I fight
Deceive what feeds you day and night

How do you go on?
What gives you strength?
The way you work astounds me
I thought I was the labyrinth

To bind another with a spell
Do I fuel your power?
Or is it all just me myself and I
Ignorantly undercover?

If only one of us could live
Without sharing the shadows of the other
Then again, what is life all about
If we don’t cross the finish line together?
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
He
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
He
He refuses to offer a piece of his heart
'Cause he can't trust it'll be kept unbroken
He keeps his feelings belted smart
Chances for new emotions left untouched and unspoken

He offers his rut, fresh and mastered
Decides it's the best and most he wants for now
The heart that's growing a case on him is being plastered
At the mere longing to exchange a loyalty vow

There is hope he will change and offer more
With no guarantee of his final choice for a future;
There is hope, at the depth of a bruised heart still sore
Longing to hold him close upon his merciful role as a suture.
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
Many beauties God has created
But less that have been worshipped
Nature is beautiful
Yet has its works to be adored

Step out to the blessing of this vision,
But don't step in too deep
For it will take you where you want to be,
But not in the way you want to go

Many a time we'll all like that joyous ride,
But let God take his time
For if we rush our journey,
We may land at our destination in devastation

A flower though it may seem,
The fragrance, the colour, the sensitivity
Thorns though many don't see,
That which protects its own beauty

A mountain with sweet springs
And a snowy cap,
That which is surfaced with ice
To slip away from the glorious feature

The soft, yet sharp touch of air;
A fresh divine flow of its breeze
Swishes through a vast of unknown,
Leaving us to experience the holy discoveries
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
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.
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
I bear water in service
Like a tree bears its bark
I stand by hope
Until my faith makes the mark
I search for answers
The more I know, the less I know
Everything is a mystery to me
But the water that guides me.
Ambika Jois Jul 2016
I could’ve done the right thing
Many moons ago
If only I could’ve understood
How my heart, I could follow

I didn’t know myself enough
Yet denied it when you claimed to
I was afraid to let myself in
Always thought, maybe it’s too soon

I knew when something didn’t feel right
I could feel my skin shiver and my bones tremble
I could never tell what, precisely,
Whatever the truth was, often remained a jumbled mumble

I went so far away to find myself
Days and nights I cried in emptiness
That’s when I understood myself
Then it was clear that you and I are the oneness.

I’m grateful for the struggle
For without it, I wouldn’t have travelled so far

I’m regretful for the pain
For because of it, I have travelled away so far

I’ve accepted my slow growth as this is who I am
For because of it, I have travelled so close

I admit my greatest gain today – You,
For because of you, I have found myself.
‘Better late than never’ is one of the most famous phrases used in our day-to-day lives. That time we were late to an event or that time we went over a deadline… The quote is used so frequently that when we are actually overdue for one of the most important events or decisions in life, we not only feel grateful for having approached or accomplished it in the end, but we also face the consequences for our lateness.

Your heart finds a million ways to remind you that something is missing, and when you can no longer take the weight of the manacles, you will break free and find the courage to listen to your heart and surrender to its needs without a single ounce of shame, for it always will be better late than never to do the right thing.
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 Dec 2015
If you and I were friends as kids,
You'd have carried my long skirt wherever I went.
You'd have been my personal assistant,
And I would've been your queen 100 percent.

If you and I were friends as kids,
I'd have gotten you into so much trouble.
I wouldn't have realized how wrong I was,
But I'd have come back for you with affection doubled.

If you and I were friends as kids,
I wouldn't have feared as my life started to fall apart.
I would've come to you to hide in our secret place,
And begged you to not tell before I'd have been dragged to depart.

If you and I were friends as kids,
I'd have remembered you everyday that I was away.
I'd have embraced modern day technology,
To track you down and meet you again in our secret place.

If you and I were friends as kids,
I'd have caused you enough trouble to never forget me.
Whether you were awake or asleep,
You would've always known that only I can ever be your queen.
If only we knew the one we love from the very beginning of time...
Ambika Jois Sep 2016
You make me weak in the knees,
I shan't look at you in the eyes,
For each time our smiles meet,
My heart skips beats and I shyly sigh;
Your pull gives me goosebumps,
Making my lashes dip and cheeks blush red,
My fears crumple and out they jump,
I surrender, I'm all yours, I've accepted.
The way *he* makes me feel :-) Butterflies, birds and parachute jumps - that's what love's supposed to feel like! Yes, 24/7!
Ambika Jois Apr 2020
We wanted to be left alone,
Now we want company.
We nagged for personal space,
We want to be around many.

Were we made to bond,
Or were we made to detach?
This is the mystery of life,
From Adam and Eve to the latest batch.

We cursed that paradise was lost,
When Adam bit the apple.
How long it is taking us
To restore this planet, is a baffle.

We use up everything earth gives us.
We spare not a single resource.
And now look at us isolating,
Like forbidden prisoners behind trap doors.
Took a walk yesterday. The emptiness inspired me to express a few words into this poem. Do share your thoughts 🙏🏼
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
I want to be your guitar
Run your fingers over my fret board
Pluck my strings and give me my melodious avatar
Sing to me and play that major chord

I’m feeling your song through and through
You don’t need a plectrum, you’re a born original
Work your rhythm baby, let’s get on the groove
Your fingers are enough to create our music wholly attritional

I will reward you myself for how you release my tension
I will resonate our love song through longevity
You’re a prodigal performer, I can feel you in tune with locomotion
We will move from verse to chorus under no shadow of ambiguity

I want to be your guitar
Let my moans reverberate off your walls
A finer touch for our creativity – a sitar
Let’s Indioul our way through these musical waterfalls
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
I know there’s a different world.
I am on the counter-realm.
I am not meant to be here –
– I belong in the other realm.

My realm, my light,
My colours, my night..
My moon, my tide,
My heart, my mind…

I would unfold my arms
I would reach out to the sky
I could touch the pink clouds,
And the blue, purple, even the shimmering white

The stars quadrupled just for my eyes
The night sky holding no darkness
A dream on its own, above me
The moon so close, igniting my senses

The water never too deep,
Never lacking this fantasy shade;
While I think the dream is up above,
I look at the water – perfection of balance God made

This fantasy one man created
Turned into my much longed-for reality
In search I journeyed for eleven years
Today, realizing – Freedom to dream is my destiny.
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
For the one
Who makes me melt,
Makes me feel warm,
And always makes me smile…

I kiss you with moist lips
They stick to yours
Like poetry on a melody, perfect fit
My heart opens up like unlocked doors

My thoughts float about
Worries all out of reach
No space for fears and doubt
As our spirits surrender to a kiss each

My shoulders feel sedated
My arms feel light
My winged feet have me levitated
As we share this one kiss tonight

Me holding you, you holding me
A grip so assuring you’ll never let go
Not a tornado or storm at sea
Could stand in the way of our love flow
Ambika Jois Mar 2016
It burns me up inside
How together you appear to be
I know my own temperament
It’s magmatic, though its not what you see

Like a scorpion, it stings me bitter
The poison spreads into my eyes, trachea
Like a starfish surviving on the shore,
I deny my slow death and call upon my inner mafia

I fight myself away from the border
Right by there, I see you cope
A concentration chamber, my mind has become
I burn like paper, letting my ashes elope

With the itsy bits of rubble remaining
Somehow I awaken, with a brush and pan
I kneel and scrape, dust and cleanse
To become a phoenix and rise from my death again.
“‘La Douleur Exquise‘ (French) literally means “the exquisite pain”; it comes from a medical term which defines a pain which morphine cannot dull. It’s meaning has become something used to describe that indescribable pain of being hurt by the one you love.” ~ Pamela Haag (www.BigThink.com)
Ambika Jois Mar 2020
What does lockdown mean for me?
I'm housebound anyway.
People think I'm always free,
I'm now that 'at home' mom everyday.

This is also what they thought,
When I told them I'm a singer.
'If you don't own charttoppers,
You're just a failure.' is what lingered.

I found it shameful and difficult,
Broke down several times,
I couldn't find my own identity,
Searching for myself felt like a crime.

41 weeks and 2 days I carried her,
My little angel, the apple of my eye,
I'm now learning a basic fact -
- A lifetime flies faster than light.

So fast, I don't know what day it is,
I'm living each day by the hour.
Before I know it, it's bedtime again..
What exactly is within my power?

When the birds stretch their wings,
At the crack of a quiet dawn.
The time I was raised to wake and listen,
To the Tanpura, the sound of Om.

This is my one true power,
Whether they believe it or not.
A lockdown may not define it,
I'm a musician, a mom, not a robot.

These clear blue skies at spring,
Came again after a barren season.
I'm housebound and learning again,
Another chance to live it right is my reason.
A little piece of my reality during the darned COVID season.
Ambika Jois Apr 2016
I become the person I'm looking at
I envision their vision stat
I forget that I'm not them
I realize that they've won again
I'm just that one step behind
I've yet to convince my mind
I'm looking at my future self
But no, I'm not yet on my own shelf
I'm getting paranoid and obsessed
I can't see anything about me that could impress
I'm a particle of my own vision
I'm lost in my own transition
I'm fading out
I'm dissolving in my own doubts
I'm also fading in
To the start of a new ending
I become that person I'm looking at
I envision my own vision. Stat.
This is what it feels like to know you've always had this one dream, but you never could muster up the courage to exhaust all options to make it come true. This is what it feels like to be in the position to look at another, who's making it work, who makes it look like it's easy, effortless, with a massive smile on their face, sparkles in their eyes and a strong positive energy within their aura. This is what it feels like to know someone like that, whilst wishing you could've achieved your dream, just like they're achieving theirs. This is what it feels like to still have hope that you CAN achieve that dream, just like they have. This is what it looks like deep down, that until you've achieved that dream of yours, you do not feel complete.
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
Oh I am scared alright
Of what could happen tomorrow
But I can't decide -
Do I fight, accept the sorrow?

All this noise inside me
Sounds like the ending
Am I now free,
Or is this just beginning?

Warped into a vortex
To the point of no return
Black hole or oblivion
Every part of me is burnt
Have mercy on me
I've never come this far before
I don't know who I am anymore
Have mercy, have mercy on me.

Let me feel the good you're feeling
I don't know you're smiling
Can't you see me crying
What answer do you see in me?
This poem is a conversation between me the dreamer, and me as the one who got the dream I wanted. I wrote this poem when I was feeling trapped at a point in time. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know if I was already doing the right thing or I had yet to. It was meant to be the best thing that ever happened to me, but I was not happy about it.
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
She hides her face in shame
She knows I'm capable of judging her pain
She clouds her eyes and cries on me
She tells me I should dance in her tears happily

You'd think I'd be enjoying her agony
My feet won't move unless I'm in her company
She pours her heart out and asks me to bear it
I'm no better, I send both our tears down to Mother Earth's merit

She sure does have a lot of problems
My efforts flow one-way, struggling to bear these showers in tandem
She delegates to me a flood to resolve
I hide where claustrophobia hits me with the mercy of a single valve

Crouching for protection, I breathe deep and myself I hug
My heart beats fast in excitement for change and a love bug
I look up standing defeated and smile as she sends me many more a tear
Oh, Mother of the Skies; She rains on me, determined to wash my mind clear
Ambika Jois Nov 2016
When you know you've lived
the exact present you're living now before,
doesn't it make sense to think of it as though...
there is another part of you in another universe,
going through the same thing?

I believe in the multiverse theory,
for I cannot prove that we are not alone.
I believe there is a reason why
I feel the skies talk to me every night.

I believe someone's message is reaching me
through the beams of the moon every night.
My skin seeps it in
like a flower knows to bloom.

Ever think of a time difference
between one universe and the other?
What if we are born here on Earth and after we die,
our soul travels to another universe
and relives the same story?

What if...
we are a horcrux of our own soul
which is split up and placed
in different universes?
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
While the world slept,
My father stayed awake.
With all his might left,
He stayed just for my sake.

He sang to me,
Patted me to sleep.
I could feel his eyes on me
Watching me breathe.

I remember being in his arms,
On his lap as a baby
Holding him tight with my charms,
He’d say I was his little lady.

I grew up, I grew tall and I grew
Stronger, weaker, colder, warmer
There my father stood as he knew
I’m a handful, but I’ll always remain his loving daughter.
Ambika Jois Sep 2016
I was afraid long ago,
That the truth would die with me.
I lived a lie that betrayed
Every soul I could see.
The devil would disguise as my angel,
My angel would appear much like Satan;
Only my muse could help my decipher,
The root of mine and your creation.
Ambika Jois Sep 2016
No job is beneath you,
For the necessities you need to fulfill,
No qualification is too little,
For the benevolence you can give another,
No house is too small,
For you to help the underprivileged,
No mind is too untameable,
For you to bear thoughts of goodness.
No heart is too small,
For you to love greater than fear.
We are so attached our fears, 'cannot's and lack of self-belief. We all have strengths. Even our flaws are our strengths. Weakness only applies when we are stubborn to not change for the better. The reasons why we are attached to our negatives is because we KNOW our positives are so strong - we just don't know how to hold ourselves together through all that strength. Well... all it takes is love and faith in ourselves :-)
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
Look into my eyes
They widen and glisten
I can show you the elders’ cries
Through sight, you must listen

Take my hand and walk
Soles silently cringe
Walk on but no talk
What you see is a matrix fringe

Curl your fingers together
Feel the icing on the tangible
Clear your throat, it’s fever
Of frill and lust, the dispensable

Can you see?
Can you hear?
Can you feel?
Speak with yourself –
It is no super than I.

The whispers from the moon
From rabbit’s supper to a drone
Akin to a butterfly from a cocoon
Echoes the sound of ‘Om’

Take a seat, float, know tranquil
Look behind, in front, anywhere
The silence is what remains still
Though entities exist everywhere

Can you see?
Can you hear?
Can you feel?
Speak with yourself –
It is no super than I.
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
Those birds that sit on the grid wires
It’s how they like to start their day
Waiting snugly for the sun to rise
Are they owls? I cannot say.

The sun is rising, warm and calm
An orange hue, only of the rising kind
The rays touch my skin like a soothing balm
Extracting layers of pain from my mind.

Yesterday was a new day
It somehow turned its back on me
Today is another new day
A new chance for my mind to be free.
Ambika Jois Nov 2016
As the sun sets across the horizon
I see how flat the earth is believed to be
From left to right my eyes scroll
Over the valley, rainbow, into a strange eternity

The golden chariots riding on the skyline
Booming chants of the future from another era
I attach myself to the story once heard before
Envisaging my former being as perhaps an ephemera

I relive the day, the noon till the night
As twilight beckons the nightingale's dawn
Saluting the sun from the heart of the lotus pond
For before, now and after are all from our own antiphon
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
I perceived you only as I could
I saw you for what you were
You were an innocent being, of all
You never saw coming what caused the stirs

Your purity won my heart
Among all senses, there was my seventh
That awakened me every night and day –
My rationale, my core’s filament.

I have always been myself
I’ve carried myself with care
Once I am told that I do not belong
My heart, mind and spirit are all stone and bare.

I have seen and faced many heavens
With my hands, fingers, lips and conscience
I have been all that there is to be
From devoutly hopeful to hopelessly incontinent.

In your name, I have set myself free numerously
My zeal faded each time, as my fetters clinked
I know I became your entire world, but did you at all know –
You were my cage, within which I fluttered incessantly to fly out and sing?
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
I need you to leave my sin list,
Only one way to rid you out;
I'm not asking for much, I insist,
Just forgive me, don't cry or shout;

I can amend the past,
But I can't turn back time;
Please forgive me, this one's the last,
You're a sin I can't hold forever as mine.

You're happy though it was I who sinned,
I'm incomplete though it was you who left;
No time like now to revive my heart that's thinned,
Be fair and forgive me, it's my turn to widen my clefts.
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
Fragility is the membrane
As peace is the crux
Our constant search for the latter
Devotes our journey through flux

Keys do not build
Doors, signs or the floor
Keys only open doors
That we build to hide much more

Within these doors hold grounds
For scents and aromas beyond mankind
It merely is a part of our universe;
Finding resemblances is a game of our mind

Locking doors to banish our demons
From flowing, entering and ruling
Reminds us that we must unlock frequently
To invite our guardians patrolling

Without a crack or two
What light are we letting in?
The descent may be filled with darkness
But we are our torch, shining from deep within
Ambika Jois Apr 2020
I hear sounds,
But I’m not a part of it.
Does listening count?
I’ve gotten to know it all bit by bit.

I see shades of spring,
Breeze still chilled.
Just a bit of warmth
The sun can fulfill.

Work hasn’t stopped
For those who’re hustling.
Come hail, shine or Covid,
Keep going, little tummies are rumbling.

Lockdown lifts,
Isolation ends.
We think we know it all,
From what heaven sends.

Little pink petals
Peel away from the source.
Lands on another’s yard,
This is nature’s course.

We grew many years,
We learned to share, serve and save,
Where nature will take us,
Depends on how we now behave.
A quarantined mind is a creator's workshop. Just because there's a lockdown doesn't stop our minds from thinking, overthinking and dramatising a feeling. Here is my next Covid related poem, holding a few thoughts that crossed my mind over a cup of Roobois tea as I soaked in some sunshine to the sounds of a strong breeze and someone's constantly turned on lawn mower.
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