Author Archives: Mehak Varun

About Mehak Varun

Writer, Mehak Varun, is the author of four books - THE HUMANE QUEST(volume-1,2 &3) and 'I am Me'. 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)

The Dark Light

I live inside four walls that are sealed
and shut tightly, enclosing the emotions,
the pain, the pleasure, coping with the
crude sense of understanding. I build
images of windows on these walls,
creating my own skin, removing the
dirt from beneath my feet. I don’t
know where these images take me,
making me lose myself from the
clutches of insanity. The windows built
in my mind is open with hope, light and
serenity that make me the person I am.
I try to build a window where sunshine
surpasses all my pain, all my worries,
creating a niche for my soul within
making me more pure, letting my
thoughts, my inner spirit endure.

Turning inwards

Turning inwards
is not more or new
But,
What is turning inwards
towards my soul
the spirit within,
to the silence
my heart wants to seek,
to the light
the dark soul needs,
to the purity
my sins want to explore,
to the sanctity
my life wants to adore.

I want to sit in silence with myself
with my own being
the one I am trying to understand
the one who wants to listen
to the deep conversations
my soul wants to express.

Turning inwards
might not be more or new
Still, I wish to turn inwards
and live
the very essence of being
alive. I wish to hold hands
with myself, walk miles
till the sun sets. I crave
to walk on the clouds
and reach the
clarity of my thoughts. I dream
to push myself
deep within me
to be my own self.

~Mehak Varun

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

Kali
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.

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

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

Kali
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

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

Kali
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