Of Cropped Hair And Fierry Love


You have a thing for my neck ,
I have it for the short cropped hair .
I have a thing for how there are no long tresses ,
To hide my vulnerabilities to you ,
To cover up the point on my ear,
Where your lips sent chills down my spine,

How everything lies bare before you,
In all its true , pristine form .

I have a thing for how there’s nothing ,
Nothing on to the contours of those lands ,
Nothing in the cervix of the collarbone,
To give shade to you in the blistering sun,
Rather walk with you .

And how it is like the open sky ,
With a thousand stars in the darkest of nights ,
The stars which no shade can hide .

I have a thing for how you don’t have to remove any veil,
A veil of dark , luscious flowing hair ,
From my face ,
Or my skin ,
To reach me .
You are welcomed ,
For the soul and the body , its all your home.

I have a thing for the earrings you get me ,
Don’t have anything to tangle into ,
Like your love ,
Like an element complete in itself ,
Rising in its own glory , shining in its own beauty ,

I have a thing
for your love ,
for the wings you are to my dreams ,
for the freedom you are to my bondages,
for the purity you are to the soot of this world .
I have a thing for US .
© Ambika

The Silence Before The Storm


Are we the only ones anxious here ,
Moaning the loss of a battle not even fought ,
Or celebrating the winning of a war yet to take place .

Are we the only ones fearing here ,
Of a failure that may just never take place ,
Of a victory that sometimes seems just a mile away .

Are we the only ones here losing sleep over a thing which isn’t greater than life ,

If the madness is ok , isn’t detachment too a key .
If passion is ok, isn’t obsession an extreme ,

So what if ,

What if I hold on to the process ,
Fight a fair fight ,
And be detached from the goal ,
Would that bring us solace ?
Would it ?
© Ambika .

No longer , And longer


No longer do I want to say ,
And longer I just want to see.
No longer do I want to try ,
And longer I just want to feel.
No longer do I want to ask,
And longer I just want to wait
To see if it’s really meant to be .
To see where this vast roadless expanse takes me ,
To see what lies ahead without a plan ,
To see what I stumble upon .
Let the universe choose
And let it just bless me with the strength to walk .
A road measured not by distance ,
But by time !
©Ambika Bhan

Be What You Want To Be


Let there be a spirit,
A spirit free to feel ,
Like a man,
Like a woman ,
Modern ,
Ethnic ,
Free , liberated …
Cool, rogue ,
Shy n elegant …
Let there be a spirit ,
Being what it wants to be ,
When it wants to be .

I am the one with the shorts n the boots
And then the one with a veil n the anklets, 
I am what I want to be
Equally confident , equally beautiful, equally peaceful !
– Ambika

Ode To The Destroyer


To the one who breathes in me ,
In the destruction of my vices ,
And the resurrection of my virtues .
To the one who prevails in death ,
Rises in the synergy of creation .

The one who is for everyone yet belongs to none .
To Shiva and Shakti … May your union be eternally blissful for the universe and for this world .
May your light always shine in my heart and the million others too .

You Are Your Soulmate


The day you learn to love yourself
and not crave for anyone else to take care of you,
to treat you,
shower you with gifts ,
surprise you ,
ask you out for a date or
ask you for a dance.
The day you learn to love your own company .
The day you dance in your own grooves .
That day my friend …
that day none shall be hated,
none despised ,
none awaited,
and none expected.

Treat yourself with love , care and respect for you are the only one person who is going to stay with you for the whole of your life … in thick and thin !

What You Choose ?


What You Choose?

I see perfect couples all over ,
I see these fairytales ,
I see it from the eyes of a girl
I see one man showering her girl with joys and care ,
with a sense of security ,
and with a heartfelt love.
And then how smoothly they exchange vows, how easy was the transition…
How sometimes being satisfied can give you peace and clarity.
It fills me with this dirty , disgusted anger,
or maybe they are the pangs of hatred for something I couldn’t get …
They fill me with hatred ,
For the ones I see,
For the ones living that fairytale.

And then I look here , at my side …
The torment, the tide,
For that one moment of exhilaration,
The numerous nights of anxiety .
The constant fights with my own demons,
The fears of failure.
And yet another morning ,
Yet another day,
Wanting to battle it alone,
Wanting to build it alone,
For its my road ,
Its my dream ,
And I have stopped believing in supports,
I have stopped wanting my hands to be held,
For there have been to many aches,
too many broken dreams,
too much of efforts into a shallowness that returned me nothing ,

My hands might be cold
But that’s how they have been since long ,
Cold And Bruised when I wanted them to be held,
And now ,
They have healed … but just cold ,
So I warm them with my own breath ,
With the warmth of the shining sun ,
And I tell that lil girl in me

Fairytales are fables made with a man,
And legends my dear,
Legends are realities made alone .


Life Is Not A Battle


I think life’s not a battle.

In its entirety of 24 years for me its learning and growing.
I wish people realised the importance of being joyous , generous and tolerant as they moved up the education levels , as they passed  or even failed any exam in the hall or in life.

Lets vow lead by example , be the best we could be with whatever has been bestowed on us yet not to forget the values of atonement and compassion , for they don’t mean weakness . They mean nobility , which is a leader’s sign.
And for all those who have blindfolded themselves with prejudices, skewed notions of right and wrong …
I quote Mark Twain

” Never argue with stupid people . They will drag you down to their level and beat you with experience”. P.s – fight a good fight . – Ambika
#ambikawrites #riseandshine #leadbyexample #whatweneedtoteachkids

Respect Vs Authority


Sometimes people use “respect” to mean “treating someone like a person” and sometimes they use “respect” to mean “treating someone like an authority.”
And sometimes people who are used to being treated like an authority say “If you won’t respect me I won’t respect you” and they mean “if you won’t treat me like an authority I won’t treat you like a person.”
And they think they’re being fair but they aren’t, and it’s not okay.

And love … what they call love … its not what you say , its what you do and without respect it can never become a relationship.

How Do You Name ?


You think you can name it?
Or give it a vague , anonymous shade ?
You call it love ?
The promises, the carefully woven words, the kisses, the touch, the roses, the gifts , the poems, the care …
All a palace of cards !
You think you can frame it?
One day it becomes love,
The next day a fling,
Then an attachment ,
Then acquaintance,
And then just
the ‘other person’s desperation’.

I wonder how dark your soul could be,
I wonder how you face yourself,
I wonder what all can you put at stake ,
How many people . How many hearts .

And I wonder how do you name ?
How do you name Character ?
How do you name Trust ?
How do you name Friendship ?
How do you name Courage ?

And Above All Darling …
How do you name TRUTH ?
                   © Ambika Bhan