Author Archives: Mehak Gupta Grover

About Mehak Gupta Grover

Mehak Gupta Grover (LLb), is the author of the book - THE HUMANE QUEST(volume-1& 2), 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 a bachelor's degree in Law. She has been bestowed with '100 Inspiring Authors of India' award and Women Of Influence Award 2019. Since childhood, her inclination towards ethical grounds has been in high spirits. 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 string Indian values which are lacking in the present times. "Shame goes down the nerve On seeing inhumanity still rules Humans need to act like humans To make the world bloom"

Not so ‘Scintillating’ Life

Beyond this chaotic beauty
we call ‘life’
filling the wounds all over
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.

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.

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

© Mehak Gupta Grover

The ‘Pretentious’ Mask

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

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


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

Still I emerge

You wish to swamp me
in the dark ocean of blood
creating a milieu of nebula
Still, like an aura, i’ll emerge.

Does my vigour upset you?
My head held high and raised eyebrow?
The soulful tears I cry
makes you feel am I still decry?

You made me feel debile
when I thought I was whole shebang.
Still, like the petals of a bud
unfolds with the rising sun, I’ll emerge.

Why do you want to make me vapid?
Leaving me cry for nothing but abated?
Why does my pitiable face begets a smile
for someone so ruthless and vile?

You betrayed my trust
with the most afflictive barong.
Still, like the water droplets twinkle
with each ray, I”ll emerge.

With every sprinkle of hope,
I’ll emerge and shine.
With each tear of love,
I’ll emerge and shine.

© Mehak Gupta Grover
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Let The Hair Open

Let the hair open and feel the breeze
succumbed to heart wrenching injuries
posing for more stimulating experiences.

Let the hair let loose like Maa Durga
be a warrior woman and ride a lion.
Be the shakti- the strength that reflects your dominion.

Let the hair flow free in the wind
and feel the power of tenacity
upholding it with utmost purity.

Let the hair fall with stance of newness
chasing every dream in the most versatile manner
creating one’s valor with utmost desire.

Let the hair hold the onset of ingenuity
building the charismatic flair
laying down as calm as a mere.

Let the hair behold the power of Maa Kali
the symbol of energy- the Shakti
curating the portrait of audacity.

Mehak Gupta Grover

Letting Go

Life is flowing with
the heavy burden behind
unfolding every stake
engrossing every ache
in the light of dawn
pulling apart the
thickness of emotions
urging for each drop
wailing for each flop
flapping for a single beat
letting go a single effete
bursting of the grey cloud
lighting out aloud
screaming for help
wanting to yelp
‘Pull me out
of this excruciating pain,
I am trying to stand,
yet, unable to strand’.

Life is but
a mere breath
taking turns to
swallow the shadow
pulling apart
the humanity
just like,
soul from the body!

Mehak Gupta Grover

Sound of Silence

What does silence speak,
deep within it’s apparition;
What does feeling of alienation mean,
in this swarming world.

I talk to the stars
And they whisper in silence
Like the moon cries a silent cry
In the dark of deep azure.

I blub in the silence of oceans
as they carry away the sadness.
And the waves carry with it
the loneliness, grounding my soul.

I talk to the lost trees
standing tall amidst the open, flat grasslands.
I don’t know when these tress are no more
and I could find a place that is unspoiled my man.

With silence, comes
perseverance and gratitude,
appreciation and satisfaction.
To sit in silence, makes the life express thyself.

© Mehak Gupta Grover
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O captain! My captain!

O CAPTAIN! My captain!
Our fearful trip is done.

Is it? Is it that life is a skip
that flows with the wind?
How timorous tomorrow is
when things seem to shamble?
There is no shore that completes the core,
but a part of me that beseems abhor.

O CAPTAIN! My captain!
Our fearful trip is done.

No rejoicing for today, no devising for morrow;
but blues that makes the spirit strew and sorrow.
It’s too unfair to leave the pages unturned
and think about the unsaid and undone.
Melancholy diffuses the potency to ponder
soul halts with the obscurity to yonder.

O CAPTAIN! My captain!
Our fearful trip is done.

Mehak Gupta Grover