Bon Voyage

Bon Voyage- Shivani Ahuja



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 way,

You’ve shut yourself from me

To save yourself or me

from a certain misery,

And here we are


Me in the misery of longing,

And you…I can only wonder.



Ashivani – 2014 in review…

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 4,300 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 4 trips to carry that many people. Not bad for starters, I guess.. 😉

Click here to see the complete report.

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..

A Portrait of Thoughts

I sit with a pen in my hand,

my mind spaced out,

eyes dreamily gazing at nothing


but the waves in the depths of my thoughts,

that arise, climax and then

fade away at the shore of my imagination


soaking in every single treasure

of truth and wonderment

like a paintbrush. I heed to my being


and bow to my imagination

to paint all their vividness

in a story to be told.



Shivani Ahuja

P.S. – I am on twitter: @AhujaShivani

A Prayer to Live and Let Live

Dear Lord,

Help me behold the beautiful sun

smell the wonderful smells

hail the courage to find my truth

and tell my insecurities Goodbye

for the good of my own soaring heart

for its natural course is a free fall of faith and compassion

for the acts and dreams of all including

my daughters sisters and fathers

Let my fears be the compass for my path ahead

than letting them turn into arrogance

of a self-proclaimed power on the souls of else.

Guide me away from wasting my precious time

in controlling another’s reign

and to see humor in life

For this beautiful day won’t return

and this strength would burn

So inspire me to run while I’ve got my breath

and run far and free

for the mysterious horizons I secretly long for.

Yours Sincerely


P.S.:- Here’s to the hope of us realizing the importance of allowing ourselves and others, the courage and humor to follow one’s bliss and instincts so that we have more free-thinkers and creatives and less mediocre slaves of the society.

I am doing a 30 Days series of Poems on ‘Humanity’… This is my poem for Day 14 (Will soon edit and post the poems for rest of the days.) (Poem for Day 13 is here.)

Chasing Sunlight

Chasing Sunlight

For us

children of the sky

the Caravan of sun

brings the parade

of light

black purple

purple blue

blue something

and with it

hope for

warmth life

mostly warmth

The hope blooms

as comes orange

comes yellow

soft and fuzzy like a fur coat should be

I let it spread all over me like love

speck by speck, inch by inch

I absorb

every morsel

savor it cherish it

on my finger tips my nose

my toes my entire being

We connect we play

it walks I follow

it runs I chase

but then it really starts to run home

I pursue but can’t keep up

my heart gasps and flutters

like a lover losing time

like a fish pulled out of water

I deliriously start grabbing snatching

putting handful of what’s left of it

in my mouth my heart my head

and wherever else I hope it would stay

that’s when reality hits me

and I stop

Exhale grief like a helpless child

watching his sand castle

washing into nothingness

hope flies fear knocks I run for cover

and try to bolt the door

the devil creeps in


blue black


sinister wind claims the throne

mad with new power

hissing in my ears

spreading like a creeper from my edges to my core

which cracks and oozes the spring of my weakness

that I try to wipe

with my threadbare sleeve which was at least dry

is now wet and cold

I shudder

fold my arms tighter

to curl into a cocoon

that I wish  will reverse its natural course

and vanish into nonexistence

of cruelty

that fiddles with me

till I break before the next dawn

This poem is about the emotional struggle that befalls countless homeless people out on the streets in cold and harsh winters . I hope it is able to stir thoughts of concern and actions among us, living on the right side of the street.

I am doing a 30 Days series of Poems on ‘Humanity’… This is my poem for Day 12 (Will soon edit and post the poems for rest of the days.)

With Love

Shivani Ahuja