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Mehak Vijay Chawla Poem
when you said the last “Goodbye”,
I had no reply rather just to cry,
I was the Germany signing the Treaty of versailles,
was tough to make my soaked eyes dry.
you called me in a hotel,
you also had wet eyes and was trying
to make the situation calm.
and we both were dying from both sides.
we were the paintings of great sorrow,
staying away made me fonder of you,
after every goodbye you said,
there was a hatbox full of memories.
forcing myself “I am in a time loop”,
I realised there was something in my heart,
Athings look bleak, but will get better,
were the letter that everybody made cry.
was a story of me who had a dream,
to once be loved by a person,
the dream was half full-filled and,
left in a dilemma of melancholy.
and remember you were the one,
who told me “GOODBYE”.
Copyright © Mehak Vijay Chawla | Year Posted 2020
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Mehak Vijay Chawla Poem
A diminutive girl, born in a colossal world.
Originate as a weed, no one like to plant this seed.
All and sundry cried and swept, feeling depressed
the outcome of their sleepless nights was not perfect,
the girl was never given respect.
Being discriminated and the only one who is unwanted,
never meant to be created.
Struggle for basic amenities like contented lavatory,
Not allowed to hold the school satchel,
and that is the biggest battle.
Her struggle is on but she will never move on,
Find her comfort in a government school,
whereas brother goes to good institute,
learns the importance of school, pen and other tools.
Finishes pronto all domiciliary work but her studies never suffer,
when outclassed she was ignored
and sacrifices still counted as buffer .
After marriage, in-laws and husband are primary,
beaten to death for small dowry,
her dream is to be Lowry.
Never scream and bicker, dodge others folly.
Women are quintessential trees,
they are the root of the family’s ease,
branches depict, they have nothing for themselves.
Are in the business of molding lives,
creating balance as a daughter, mother and wife.
Now she is a prolific writer,
she acknowledged her goal and became a powerful fighter.
The public’s mouth is shut,
and she is a stimulus for all girls, women and young adults.
A women’s plight is only to study and not be a young wife
she can show that she is the potentate of her own life.
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Mehak Vijay Chawla Poem
I was oblivious to the fact
what is toxic,
When I stumbled upon toxic,
amazing voice,
looks decent,
beautiful thoughts we shared.
then poison spread.
Copyright © Mehak Vijay Chawla | Year Posted 2021
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Mehak Vijay Chawla Poem
I am in love with words,
I crave for these,
I feel hunger for these words,
These are mine current assets,
I prepare budget to work on these, how can i increase my inventory, where can i spend so these can be double or tripple unequivocally.
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Mehak Vijay Chawla Poem
when you are around, risk of electrocution is bound. Ice water and streams are entering into my blood and i feel so much astound, these negative ions in my body produce biochemical reaction to reduce stress level, makes me feel no need of bull interaction.
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Mehak Vijay Chawla Poem
There is a sacred silence of real love,
That takes a great deal to shove,
Which forces me to make unnecessary bow.
Silence is not communication.
Have decided to break your silence,
By giving you my feelings license,
Roses might be red,
Violets might be blue,
But how can I be so unlucky with you.
Silence is not communication.
If you really love me, tell me,
That you can’t survive without me,
Giving me your silence is debris.
Silence is not communication.
If you want the reality,
I will stay with you in any calamity,
Can make you my own gallery,
Cause, for me you’re universality.
Silence is not communication.
You taught me silence is communication,
But I don’t like a silent relation,
Silence may increase your concentration,
But babe you’re in the new generation.
Remember, silence is not communication
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Mehak Vijay Chawla Poem
I am like a prime number,
peculiar one,
If you want to be with me,
be unique.
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Mehak Vijay Chawla Poem
Sometimes I ask myself,
whether I thanked the bhaiya,
who helps me to find books on the library shelf.
Then think that how could I be so dumb head,
he used to narrate me stories, used to read me books,
and always used to have charming looks .
Say thank you the verbal expressions of politeness.
Sometimes I ask myself,
whether while asking my friend I said please,
as she is my life’s big cheese.
She used to help me in every situation,
and act as a life saviour but never pretend,
we used to attend every phase together and be best friends.
Say please the verbal expressions of gratitude.
Sometimes I ask myself,
whether I disturbed my parents while talking,
as they support me and balk my worse ideas.
They were those who taught me walking,
and I agree we should not disturb them,
as they will surely notice their child’s urge.
Don’t disturb the expression of showing gratitude.
Sometimes I ask myself,
whether I ridiculed my neighbour,
for fatness she has in her belly but damn,
I never understand god has,
poured equal beauty in all.
And try to control my criticism towards her.
Show love for others an expression of politeness.
I want “Sometimes” change to “Never”,
want to show politeness to others forever,
when I will turn into such an auspicious being,
it would be a great pleasure for me.
And it would be when I will be successful,
politeness is the expression of pouring love.
Strive to be polite, expression of showing gratitude.
Copyright © Mehak Vijay Chawla | Year Posted 2022
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Mehak Vijay Chawla Poem
the boundary you have made to surround yourself,
will never give discomfort to the people who love you.
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Mehak Vijay Chawla Poem
If i die tomorrow morning,
I do not know who will remember me,
who will miss me,
who will come back here to read my lines,
who will be the owner of my things,
every night i feel more awake,
filled with sadness for no reason,
think about things which never exist,
I want to throw away my sadness
to feel better but where I do not know.
I am missing myself.
Copyright © Mehak Vijay Chawla | Year Posted 2021
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