I Shall Wait No More

I sit and pray

for dawn

of inspiration,

cajole it

to come along

on my journey of action—

it doesn’t,

shows reluctant

to surpass the blocks

the barricades

in my mind

I shall be more conscious

of their

stealthy invasions,

in future,

But for now,

I must move on

without delay—

act,

inspiration

will just have to

find its way

to follow.

~ Shivani Ahuja

HtoH

We’ve been apart for too long, my dear.

And lately, amidst these weird conversations

Between my heart and the horizon

on your side of the world, I wonder—

Why my thoughts

Are so drawn to you,

Even though I have felt sheer pain

From us being so far

From each other,

For which partly I and partly you

Are responsible.

I feel guilty

to be thinking about my petty misery

Amidst your never ending storms,

But Still my pain persists,

And I wonder

If it’s your heart reflecting in mine,

Telling me to reach out to you,

Or it’s just how broken dreams feel.

Either ways,

You’ve shut yourself from me

To save yourself or me

from a certain misery,

And here we are

Apart—

Me in the misery of longing,

And you…I can only wonder.

Love

S

Ashivani – 2014 in review…

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It’s You for Me

Hey, I think

I may want to spend

the rest of my life with you.

 

For the way you flirt,

it works with me,

Wherever with you,

I feel I belong.

 

I don’t have to rattle

my mind for wittier diction,

for your contended smile

seems inspired enough by my daily wit.

 

Your need for space and intimacy

seems workable.

 

Your sporadic

public displays of affection

catch me off guard,

in a very flattering way,

for sometimes even I can’t get enough of you.

 

Your behavior is now

somewhat predictable,

and that’s a good thing because

it saves me a lot of anxiety.

 

I know that we are somehow intimidated

by so much that we know

of each other’s scars and mothers,

but I am ready to live with the risk

of you holding that knowledge

against me at times

than to live without knowing the rest of you.

 

With Love

Shivani Ahuja

 

P.S. – A shout out to Poets United for the platform they provide for so many poets and readers to get together and celebrate their love for poetry.

and also, this is my 50th Post (yeyee..!!) , so thank you all for being part of this journey of our common love for written words..