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Jahanvi Goyal May 2014
Climbing in the scorching heat of sun,
Sweat tickling down, I put my hair in a bun.
“I can do it, I have to do it!” , I kept chanting,
Bone tired, at every step was left panting.
There was no scope for looking back,
I had come a long way, with everything pack.
Still the destination was a long way from there,
Wondered what if it leads me nowhere?

Albeit being alone, it was a race,
All the obstacles, individually had to face.
Had been served betrayal and left wincing,
The shudder of rage and pain is still pinching.
But I have to complete this journey on my own,
For the incepting seed, I myself had sown.
The crooked and rough road bit my feet,
Still I ink what I feel on this little sheet.

When it is dark, I feel fear,
Slowly down the cheek comes the only tear.
Till miles away can hear just my voice,
Realisation dawns that this is the fruit of my choice.
I garner all the courage in me,
Up high my goal with a smile I then see.
If I am able to climb this one,
Maybe I don’t have to further run.

So with the morning a new hope comes,
Positivity dissolves the insignificant fear lumps.
I begin my journey once again,
With the faith that this time efforts won’t go in vain.
As I come closer to my ambition,
Travels in me a new alien sensation.
I feel lighter at heart as my soul relaxes,
For this view I’ll pay all kinds of taxes.

I have finally climbed this mountain of life,
I have achieved for what I had strife.
The view from up here takes my breath away,
As amongst the overwhelming emotions I sway.
Tears trickle down my face and then a full blown sob,
I have got it all back that was once from me rob!
The purity and serenity  of this white expanse,
Has finally provided me with the ultimate chance.


I able to comprehend the gospel truth of this place,
I wondered if below there is any such trace.
All the pathos one can aspire for,
Here you get, be it sweet or sour.
I see how the mountain stretch till the horizon,
It tells me how much today I have won.
The clear sky above gives room to my thought,
The dense forests below tell me of the battles I had fought.

Th altitude tells the worth of what I have achieved,
My breathing brings life to what I have never believed.
It all is actually in the mind,
You decide how you want your life to be bind.
Nobody can take your dreams from you,
Because this fabric you know how you sew.
Nobody else has the same information,
This is you and you are your creation.

After I live in the moment there,
Pops in my head the question, “Now where?”
Life is a climb, it is a mountain range,
You climb one up, comes another strange.
Ups and downs are part of life,
Flower at one end, other with a knife.
Nothing can take you down, so never whine,
Never stop climbing, and everyday you’ll shine!

-Jahanvi Goyal
10/05/2014
Jahanvi Goyal May 2014
"Pictures are deceptive," the connoisseur said,
This vacillating fact in dark had me lead.
The outer say is deceptive in real,
Hence, the world seems so cruel.

Most sapiens are not what they look like
Honesty and love are concepts gone on hike.
One can never know what is there in other's heart,
Accept it, you're ginger albeit being a spart(warrior)!

They put on the red cloth of love,
Fly around you pure like a dove,
They wear the face that gives you hope,
When self-sufficient, push you down the *****.

Naturally, it is heart shattering, skin pinching,
The shudder of betrayal leaves you wincing.
They walked away when you were in need,
You are not the same, be intrepid to pay no heed.

The same red cloth now brings you agony,
However the extinct dove makes the epiphany-
You're different, you're given the chance,
To not be broken and take up carte blanche.
Jahanvi Goyal May 2014
The warmth of the light from a lamp-post in dark,

Ignites in me a blazing spark.

It tells me the fact that you will always be there,

Be it in light here or in dark when nowhere.


The pinhole cameras of a tree on a sunny day,

Makes my visual white, black and gray.

Takes me back to our sweet and sour memories,

With you in my life, there will be no worries.


The gushing sound of waves on a beach,

The scenic sunset makes me preach!

How far you and I have come together,

You make me easy, as light as a feather.


You make my presence worthwhile,

You as a person always have me beguile.

Albeit being so much more than me,

You make things easier setting me carefree!


You see me in a way no one does,

In my head this creates a buzz!

Do I really deserve all of this?

You bring love..making life a bliss!


When the wind hits my face,

I am flash-backed to times of your grace.

When I am low or high in life, I know you will be there,


You are the only one, who can my fifty shades bear.
Jahanvi Goyal May 2014
The melodious voice, her silent voice.
Is nothing but a harsh reality of your choice.

Shutting her up and putting her down,
Doesn't give you a wise man's crown.
She who out of love performed every act of abnegation,
She is the one, the true sensation.

How could you be so insensitive to not hear?
So much she said through the eyes in tear.

For love and respect today she whines,
Despite your ruthless nature, with her love, you, she binds.

Maybe you don't know,
Even in dark she can glow.

She can extend the unforgiving minute,
Her strength and purity has no limit.
She standing on earth has reached the stars and sky,
Still in misconceptions you are high.

Open your eyes, your heart, your soul!
You're nobody to charge on her life any toll.

Do not underestimate this silent voice,
Her unsaid is heard even in the noise.

When this silent voice will come out of its shell,
Will that be the time when you'll ring a bell?

Today the voice is silent.
Tomorrow, my friend, it might be violent.

One who has brought you on this earth,
Don't dare to consider her as dirt.
Silently she can give you the pain of your life,
She is nobody but your mother, daughter or wife.

Her silent voice is loudest everywhere.
Her absence you won't be able to bear.
So from today, begin to care.
Wise man's crown then you'll wear.

— The End —