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

Live Laugh Love


One more day n its gonna be end of another chapter
One more day n its gonna be end of another role
One more day n its gonna be a fresh new page
One more day n its gonna be another day
The garland of expectations would be put around our necks ,
The tag of a ‘grown up woman ‘ on ur forehead,
The innumerable ‘should dos’ being told to u in hushed tones n unspoken glances ,

But all my friends….
Just sit there,
Open up ur rugged shoes ,
Lie on the sand n sink in

Sink in the wide expanse of the skies
In the thundering storms,
In the dense forests ,

Love yourself ,
pamper your soul ,
travel the places ashore…
Treat ur tongue ,
dance away the worries ,
fall in love making priceless memories… ❤ 🌈
P.s- paychecks, career , jobs they all can and must wait but your happiness can’t

Digging The Sand


Like stranded travellers on a lonely island ,
Like some lunatics who have lost their memory ,
Like two old people taking sifting through dust clad black n white albums …

We meet ,
Encounter ,
Cross ways ,
Every now and then

Revisiting the lanes whose address we have long forgotten ,
Looking at pictures , just so …
Just so , as if our hearts don’t want them to become a faded memory …

Like two poor children having no toys ,
We dig deep into the bosom of the earth
Of the soil
With a short , sharp edged wooden branch…
Digging and digging in the rain
The rain that blends with the tears on our faces ,
And we drink the salty residues of streams flowing on our cheeks .

Drenched in sweat we see what we dug
A small valley ,
Deep in the soil as in our hearts ,
Filled by our tears ,
Enriched by some dried , broken grasses of our dreams …

But still we sit in silence ,
For now we don’t need words ,
We sit and see the shining sun ,
The sleeping , dreamy , soothing waves
Filling the valley that
We dug !!!

@Ambika Bhan
10.50 pm 5 Jan 2017

Is It Ok To Dream Of A Fairytale ?


Will it be a sin if ,
For a moment I dream of a fairytale .
Sometimes I am tired of being alone ,
Sometimes I wanna escape the burden of my ambitions ,
Sometimes I wanna let go of all the fear of getting my heart broken and my eyes wet ,
Sometimes , just sometimes , I wanna love !

Will it be Ok if for a moment ,
Late into the  cold lonely night ,
I dream of your warm hug …

Will it be Ok if for a minute ,
I close my eyes ,
And dream of having a home full of love …

Will it be Ok if
I smile and blush,
Thinking of all the best times …

Will it be Ok if ,
I pack my bags and ask you ,
Where’s the next journey baby?

Will it be Ok if,
I steal your sorrows and share your joys ,
If at all I fall ,
Will you fight the world for me ?

Will it be Ok if ,
If I can just dream that this can be true ,
If I give myself the right to call you mine ,

Will it be Ok ,
If I fall asleep in your arms while I dream all this …
If you find me smiling in my sleep ,
You’ll now know the reason ,
There’s a lil girl behind this strong woman ,
And if it’s ok darling …
Then promise me
© Ambika
1 Nov 2016 . 6.12 pm

When Mind Is A Slave


And there are days of my own downfall,
days I fight my own demons ,
And days I lose to them …

The days I come home wounded , battered ,
Not from the valour in the war ,
But due to not putting up a fight …

The days my vision is blurred ,
And my mind a slave ,
My goals ,a sham …

And then I wonder …
Those are days when the slavery shifts ,
From that of my goals’ to that of my distractions’ .

The Lies We Live


The Lies We Live
©Ambika Bhan

We are all searching pieces here …
of ourselves , of the ones we love … in people , in places , in stories .

We are all hiding aches here …
of battered childhoods , of shattered hearts , of tumultuous adolescent years , of a dreary dead youth .

We are all telling lies here …
of smiles that are more painful than tears ,
Of tears that are more soothing than smiles ,
Of relationships which are carcasses that we carry ,
Of blood that has been thrust upon us .

We are all creating illusions here …
Of a fairytale that we want our lives to be ,
Of a dreamyland that invades our sleep ,
Of a world built entirely of late night conversations with strangers .

And I hope we all just gather enough strength , just enough strength
To be able to shed tears for all the pain that’s about to pierce us ,
For sometimes its not wise to smile through the pain ,
For sometimes lets just be brave enough to accept our vulnerabilities ,
After all it takes a lot of strength to let yourself burn … and then melt …
Cry and fall ,
Burn and melt ,
Into a new light ,
Into a new life !

तू क्या हारकर, जीतने को चला है?
तू  क्या जीत कर, आज फिर लड़ रहा है?
  – तेरी जीत क्या है?  –
  – तेरी हार क्या है?  –
तेरी कोशिशों का
तेरी बंदिशों का
तेरे फैसलों का
तेरे हौंसलो का
  – आधार क्या है? –

Shine Through The Rain


There will be people and circumstances and your own weaknesses crowding your shine but be the sun my friend , be the bright sun and shine … your light sleeping through every dark vice this world throws at you .

Make that shine not an effort but the effortless nature of your character .
Just shine even when it rains .
The world shall witness a rainbow even in your tears !

Your Mind Is Your Temple


I hate the city and the chaos it creates,
I hate boggling my mind with small talk to what people say n think about u ,
I hate all those days when I am not intrigued by the wonders of this world ,
I hate those nights when my dreams aren’t creative bits of my imagination ,
I hate when I don’t smile through all the drudgery and monotony of life ,
I hate when my eyes don’t light up in brilliance at every new thing I learn ,
I hate when my voice isn’t crystal clear singing the songs of my heart,
I hate when my hands don’t move while I explain the lessons of awe and wisdom to people around me ,
I hate when I get bombarded by people’s skewed notion of what matters ,
I get frustrated by mediocrity ,
I hate when some days all that garbage piles up in my head and I can’t move on until I let it all out …
By talking , by laughing ,by writing , by being so loud …
That’s my way of cleaning my mind .
I would rather let my mind be free for new views and ideas to come and fly ,
I would rather stand a guard at the gates of my mind n soul ,
And kill every futile , small , worthless idea or thought … Weed out everything that doesn’t speak of knowledge , wisdom , beauty and love .
That’s the virtue I live by !

Before The Flood – The Earth Needs Us (To Stop)

Leave clean footprints

The worst thing that this world will tell you and that you have told yourself is, “be practical “, “relax”.
If human race had been so practical we wouldn’t have led our planet to destruction , we wouldn’t have manufactured wars , we wouldn’t have burnt our daughters and wives at stake , we wouldn’t have recklessly fostered greed among our selves chasing money and destroying the earth.

We wouldn’t have fed our children with our own fears and incapabilities to date and dream and achieve and believe that what seems a fairytale , is possible .
Fight for the fairytale , it does exist .
If anyone believes , thinks that the mess of our generation can be cleaned , the earth can be saved , the humanity be restored then YES it can ! And it must !
For we are the change.

And relaxing isn’t a way to escape , the more we relax the more our children will choke in the smoke of our sins .

Rise , shine , be a kid , mad , passionate , clean …. work hard to leave a better imprint on this world , a clean imprint , spread love and spread life , a voice is enough , an action more than enough . But lets act, lets dream and hope .
For that’s the legacy our children deserve !

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You Were In Love With How I Loved You


You never loved me , you were in love with the way I loved you.
You were in love with how I wrote you all over my soul ,
You were in love with how every freckle on your skin found its way into my poems …

You were in love with how I adorned my words with your smile ,
You were in love with how all my prayers had you in them ,
You were in love with the person I had made you look like …
But , but with all certainty ,
You Were Never In Love With Me