Ambika Bhatt has been writing since she was twelve and has been very regularly churning out verse. As Kahlil Gibran says, I gather in verse what life scatters in prose, she says that her poems are her life and reveal her state of mind. She sees life as a spiritual journey and believes in it and its undying beauty. No matter how much one learns it’s less.
She likes to keep her poems simple-worded because she doesn’t believe in complexity of thoughts. She say, 'I want my thoughts to come out very clearly in my poetry without getting convoluted on the way. Poetry lets me know that my life, however inexplicable it may be, is at least partly tangible for me in verse. It’s a song of the soul.' To her poetry is a way of affirming herself that she is alive. To read her previous poems click here

Part 1.

This wall I sit on
would be washed away
by the sea
keep mending it.
put a brick
where a brick
is washed away
don't let the wall
break.
Don't let it break.

Why don't the waves
recognize the presence
of the wall?
Why do they constantly
break against it?

Why don't we leave all walls
just as they are ?
Why must we sneak in.
pry inside?

Why?
Why mustn't we
leave all walls
alone?

Part 2.

He is lying on the grass
one leg folded
hands under his head
staring at the sky.
Does he notice the patterns
of the clouds?
Or does he meditate ?
What does he think of?
his work.
his home.
the woman he loves.
Is he really
a free spirit
as he seems to be
or does he pretend?
Would he tell me
if I asked him
point blank on his face?

He chose the sky
over the sea today!
I still choose the sea.
too early for me
to think of anything else!

Would he understand
if I tell him
I want to internalize
every mood of the sea?
carry it with me always?
would he understand what I mean?

I was wrong
about the waves
I was wrong to think
they should accept the presence
of the wall -
They are playful
they frolick and jest
Walls - w
ere never meant to be there
in the first place!

I like the frolicking waves
I like them today.
I don't see them
as prying into
the privacy of the wall.
I see them. as asking
the wall to come play as well!
to weaken itself.
shed itself into bits
and roll in the sea.
round and round and round!
Walls. why do we have them.
I wonder.
I have one too.
I built it quite lately.
I wish the waves
would hit against it too

July, 2001.