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 (mehakgrover@amartex.com)

Two worlds

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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

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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

Nothingness

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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

The Fake Reality

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!!What is real, is not really real
What is fake, is not really fake!!

Our emotions, our feelings
our closeness, our dealings
needs to be hidden
inside a cocoon, for
if they are taken out
are considered buffoon.

!!What is real, is not really real
What is fake, is not really fake!!

But why is reality considered weak
and fakeness is no more bleak?
Why do we pretend to be real
when fakeness has already taken the lead?
Still, we burn in reality
and glow in duality.

!!What is real, is not really real
What is fake, is not really fake!!

The dreams I get
the shivers that beset
deep down the spine
not at all benign
hovering my past, still
in my present.

!!What is real, is not really real
What is fake, is not really fake!!

Do stars tell the truth, for
I keep staring at them
with far more warmth
and less of brutality
Keeping away from fakeness
holding tight the reality.

!!What is real, is not really real
What is fake, is not really fake!!

The Phenomenal One

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Yes, I am a woman
strong and fearless
not soft and tender.

I don’t lie, for I am a woman
brave and bold
not afraid and cold.

I don’t cry, for I am a woman
a phenomenal one
not an insignificant pun.

I don’t annoy, for I am a woman
more subtle and quiet
not garrulous and clamorous.

I am not a tattler, for I am a woman
a little more wise
a little less belies.

I am not a fashionist, for I am a woman
more erudite and thinker
not stolid and sinker.

I don’t step back, for I am a woman
always ahead and decisive
and least bit derisive.

Yes, I am a woman
more proud than ever
more glorious forever.

Mehak Gupta Grover

Not so ‘Scintillating’ Life

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Beyond this chaotic beauty
we call ‘life’
filling the wounds all over
still,
scorning the strife.

Combating with the soul
seeing the trust
bursting into pieces
torn, wrecking havoc
all over our heart.

Blinded by phony
of bruises and bony.

Still,
seeking contentment
in the other door, hoping
one day
it will lay open.

The light is surely dim
some situations are grim
still, you cry in vain
entangled with the arraign.

Then,
watch the morning dew
give sadness adieu
You have it in you
Just remain firm and accrue!

© Mehak Gupta Grover

The ‘Pretentious’ Mask

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Pretending to be pretentious someone
wearing a mask of subtleness and gratitude
still inside that shade of guile
carrying the existence of
grins and lies.

Never caring enough for the people
rejoicing the false bombastic ego
living surpass the fragile emotions
moulding the rhythm and
caricature of demotion.

When I think of such crooked mania
my blood gets a boil
to see those concealed faces
charming away with their persona
in the realm of races.

Still, the mask is on
on those smirked faces
with the blues in horrowness
still, I smile to hide my sadness
and, wear a mask of happiness.

When the will of the god will be strong
reality will be seen at a much higher degree
the torn jubilation and unhappy soul
the bleeding eyes and hurtled mind
will all be in place
to the soothing eyes.

Once and for all, this mask has to go
for how long and how deep
the visibility ashore
understanding the meaning of life once more
pretentiousness is mere existence of abhor
Still, wave you off my mind and soul
the mask has to go, once and for all.

© Mehak Gupta Grover

Just Keep Holding Me Tight

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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 Gupta Grover

Dignity

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With full humbleness,
today, I owe each one an explanation
on behalf of womankind
for state of sorrowness
plying to the haziness
leading to mere pretending locution.

With full humbleness,
today, I owe each one a promise
on behalf of womankind
the right to live in dignity
free from fear, coercion
violence and discrimination.

With full humbleness,
today, i owe each one a dare
on behalf of womankind
not to take our sensitivity
as our debility
not to see our daintiness
as our disability.

With full humbleness,
today, i owe each one a challenge
on behalf of womankind
to speak out forcefully for
zero tolerance
to all forms of violence
to all sorts of absurdity.

Mehak Gupta Grover