Author Archives: Mehak Varun

About Mehak Varun

Writer, Mehak Varun, is the author of three books - THE HUMANE QUEST(volume-1,2 &3), published by Authorspress, New Delhi. It is a QUEST for HUMANITY. She is born and brought up in Jammu and settled in Chandigarh. She has been bestowed with '100 Inspiring Authors of India' award in kolkata. She has also been honoured with the 'Women Of Influence 2019' award presented on women's day in New Delhi. Recently she has been awarded Gitesh-Biwa Memorial Award of excellence for her article on woman power "I Just Need A Chance" . Along with her books, her work has been published in various anthologies and she is recipient of various other prizes in poetry competitions as well. She is known for raising contemporary issues in the society. Just as there is freedom, there is a certain responsibility towards the same. To choose to do good and be good within the specified responsibilities, is freedom in action. 'The Humane Quest' is a humble attempt to create awareness against the evils of society and stimulate the strong Indian values which are lacking in the present times. Mehak Varun, LL.B (

Black and White

Black and white- are these not
colours? Of peace and fulfilment
living inside monochromatic palette
belonging to some feeling or place
being wrapped inside a cocoon for
healing. The chasing of dreams and
hoping to wake up on the sunny side
a world without lies, where love will
greet you at your door, where the stars
collide to form the radiance, whispering
the freedom that is beautiful beyond.
Life is realistic, better in black and
white. Black and white is my story
a road leading to a colorful glory.

~Mehak Varun

My Parents’ Garden

In my parent’s garden, there is a big tree
with a huge round shape, and humming bees.
Myriad of colourful flowers gazing at the sky
pink, yellow, purple and red all shining bright.

I love this place, where I rest and ponder
why the sky is blue, my mind wander?
I often wonder while sitting in contemplation
why I adore this place, in my parent’s garden?

My perfect paradise, with the melody of wind
the sunshine sparkling over the escaping spring.
The nurturing of nature holding me in its lap,
the chirping of the birds captivating me in its clasp.

Sitting and enjoying the best of nature
holding my breath and I am ready to go.
In my parent’s garden, the place I worship
my mind is pure and full of hope.

The Kali in Me

who is death
with chignon on head
tiara of skulls and crescent moon
she scowls, baring her teeth
wild, naked, her tongue sticking out
bursting sheer power.

who is black
of mind, body and soul
a divine protector
bestowing moksha
the Adi Shakti
the mother of the universe.

the shakti
who is fearless
the destroyer of evil
scary, bloodthirsty
of demons, the asuras.

the true kali
a devi, not shallow
defying all attempts
whosoever tried to shred her
to tame her to pieces
her force is pure
standing endure

embodies the
boundless freedom
epitome of Shakti
of strength and power
standing unbound from all

be the kali of today
she still exists
in each one of us
standing against the asuras
the demons of astray
be the kali of today
the mother of all power
you dance alone
you sing alone
just be, to be
the Kali.

~Mehak Varun

Healing touch

The wind that blows settles down
gently, quietly and subtly. Like the
dewdrops seeking solace, falling
off the leaves to which it belongs
no more. As the clouds become
beautiful and bright, holding the
sanguine sunlight with its golden
wings, the spirit of heaven shines
with a blue smile. The soft sparkle
ignites the soul for its enchanting
grace. Beneath this land lies the
truth and untruth, of wholeness
and partialness, of life and death,
of uniqueness and commonness,
leading its way for a better belief
and could be mine to treasure
with hope and much more relief.

~Mehak Varun

I remember

I remember
the sky in its unblemished shape
enchanting the rhythm of agape
holding the world in its caress
making the lament to escape.

I remember
the trees in their embracing shade
the leaves so green hoping allayed
leaving the misery of the world
passing emotions like a cascade.

I remember
the rain pouring out their heart
through fiery street and narrow cart
clinging to the warmth of the soul
the days are dark still faith impart.

I remember
the moon being so beautiful alone
over the empty peaks and silent atop
spreading the light of its ecstasy
creating a night of love and hope

I remember

~Mehak Varun

Two worlds

I have two worlds inside me.One stays
inside the sea.Other is outside on the shore.
One penetrating the insights into the mind.
Other showed less enthusiasm for affection.
I sail the sea that is silent and dark. Dancing
with the waves, I let the rhythm of water set
my soul free deep into the charisma of dreams.
I do fight storms with tides inside, but its
depth has pearls, the sterling shining
bright. There is a rapture in the lonely
shore. My sleepless dream knows it all!

~Mehak Varun

Just Keep Holding Me Tight

I am impatient
and little insecure.
I am mad at times,
just keep holding me tight.

Only light can drive out darkness.
Only you can bury my sadness.
Only you know how to make me smile,
just keep holding me tight.

Dont ask me what is wrong,
just care to hold on,
not a blink in my eye,
just keep holding me tight.

You are the most precious,
the pearl that shines the brightest in dark,
the intimacy of speaking with your eyes,
just keep holding me tight.

No matter what happens,
how far we physically are,
never ever say goodbye,
just keep holding me tight.

~Mehak Varun


Who am I?
A single drop
whose voice echoes
in the depth of the ocean
trembling with each passing wave
hoping to settle
at the end of the shore.

Who am I?
A ray
of the shining sun
spreading its warmth
creating an aura
that shines on the undone
with its alluring touch.

Who am I?
A petal
of a hibiscus or may be
a lily, that adorns the sweetness
into its cluster
of colours and fragrances
spreading all into the air.

Who am I?
A moving cloud
that carries with it
the sadness and pain
adding colours of sheer bliss
moving the heaviness of the heart
gathering the power within.

Who am I?
A dreamer
who dreams, paving the way
of soaring high, reaching the stars
overcoming my nightmares
chasing for a beautiful tomorrow
of happiness and benignity.

Who am I?
A mere puppet
of the mind and the heart
pretending to be more aware, yet
confused and wavering
trying to follow what heart says
overpowered by the sordid mind.

Who am I?

~Mehak Varun