Listen
When we shout,
it’s chaos—
a thousand
throats clawing for air,
a crowd of
storms
trying to name
the same pain
in different
tongues.
We talk over the
thunder,
each lightning
trying to be the
truth.
Every word—
a blade that
forgets
it was once a
seed.
We drown each
other
in noise we
mistake for meaning.
We argue to be
heard,
but never to
understand.
And still—
beneath the
static,
something
trembles.
A hum.
Small, scared,
but steady.
When we listen,
really listen—
not to answer,
not to win,
but to feel the
pulse beneath the sound—
the chaos folds
itself
into music.
Your voice finds
mine
like rivers
merging—
still wild,
still separate,
but headed home.
When we listen,
it’s a chord.
A vibration made
of difference,
a song that only
exists
because we
didn’t all sing
the same note.
We were never
meant
to sound alike.
We were meant
to resonate.
Thread
We are a cloth,
stitched in storms,
frayed at the edges—
yet somehow holding.
The needle of struggle
pierces through color, creed,
and wound alike,
pulling red through blue through brown,
till difference hums
in a single breath.
Unity isn’t peace—
it’s pain that chose to stay.
It’s hands that disagree
but still build
the same tomorrow.
MEHAK VARUN
MEHAK VARUN is a poet, writer, and artist whose words weave emotions into
timeless verse. She is the author of four books—The Humane Quest (Volumes I, II
& III) and I Am Me—each echoing with themes of love, humanity, and
self-discovery. Her poetic journey has been recognized with honors such as the
“100 Inspiring Authors of India” Award in Kolkata and the “Women of Influence
2019” Award in New Delhi. Her work has also found its place in numerous
anthologies, resonating with readers across diverse literary landscapes. A
believer in the power of expression, Mehak has pursued studies in persuasive
writing and public speaking at Harvard, further enriching the depth and rhythm
of her voice. Beyond accolades, it is her heartfelt connection with words that
defines her art—a gentle reminder that poetry is not just written, but lived.

Oh yes. The depth of recalling - the insight and its blossom. Thank you.
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