"Her eyes want to see beyond the sky,

Her dreams want to fly, so high, so high.

Words are gushing out from her mouth,

To the world she wants to shout.

When this heart for the first time had beat in this world,

In her mother's arm, she was curled.

Since then writing is her passion,

To express every feeling through writing, is her fashion."

                                                                                                     - Jahanvi Goyal

The other day I looked in the mirror,
That is when life became more clearer.
Yes, the mirror showed me the gospel truth,  
Mystery was solved, by the mirror, the sleuth.

The scars on the skin seemed to fade away,
The soul opened doors to the clandestine cache.
The dazzling light bouncing out of me,
Made me gasp in ecstasy and glee.

As tears trickled down my cheek,
I realised it is me keeping myself weak.
When the reflection in mirror is only mine,
How, because of someone else, I can then whine?

The happiness erupting through my soul,
The hope and will once again make me whole.
The mirror shows me who I am,
Anyone who jeopardises my way, will get a wham.

The mirror shows me myself on the stage,
Giving a success speech, wearing a gown of beige.
My strength centres in me once again,
Determination comes, that now efforts won’t go in vain.

I see the talented beautiful myself,
I can do it, I just need my own help.
I promise the me in mirror, to never again be broken,
I promise the reflection, to achieve even the unspoken.

Pathway to life is criss-crossed,
To succeed, obstacles need to be in trash tossed.
The other day I looked in the mirror,
That is when life became more clearer.


-Jahanvi Goyal
05/07/2014

The sun has risen,
The aims are set.
The road is known,
The bag is packed.
Standing in the doorway,
I am stopped in my shoes,
Around me, something swoons.
This is what I wanted.
This is what I needed.
Today, I know where and how to get it, still
My mind is playing games.

The night has draped the sky,
I stand on the terrace, up so high.
My breathing is quick,
The wind is washing my face,
Self-loathing has left no trace.
I hold the trophy right now,
I have achieved my aims somehow.
I should celebrate and I am, but
I know it is not the beer, then why
My mind is playing games.

I am surrounded with loving people,
I have nothing to worry about.
Situations aren’t so bad either.
A normal day I am living,
No big decisions to make.
Simple chores I am doing,
Why life seems no easy cake?
I know the life I want to live,
I know it is no easy ****, still
My mind is playing games.

It is not that I cannot do it.
It is not that I don’t have enough passion.
It is not that I am refraining from doing my bit.
It is not that my thoughts are not in fashion.
A breath of the freshest air,
A shower of the coolest water,
A hand of the loveliest heart,
A peaceful moment of the most peaceful.
This is all I need, where my mind is paying all heed.
This is how it will stop the games, and
I will rise to the aimed fames.

I want to go right.. Oh, there's no sight.
I want to go left.. But there was once the terrible theft.
I want to go straight.. No, for that long, I cannot wait.
I want to go back.. However, there everything is black.
So where do I go? Up and down, to and fro!
So goes in my head the commotion, when will my life get the promotion.
Lord! Show me your guiding light, give me courage to win this fight.
I want to overcome this turbulence, I want to erase every grievance.
I want love to encircle me, I'll remove the hatred that surrounds for free.
To have a happy life, is all I ask for, peace is the motto, be it love or war.
I have high aims like all, save me the hit of the wrecking ball.
So many emotions fill me right now, life is such a game, in good or bad way makes you exclaim a wow!
I want to speak it all out, Yes, I want my heart, out loud to shout.
But then a fear overshadows my talk, there I prefer through the back door to walk.
I know it might not t be the right thing to do, but another step of mine will make me a boo.
I am not so strong to face what comes, the anxiety in my throat is forming up lumps.
Should I keep it all within? Away from eyes, forever hidden?
That shall push me to continue to live this way, life won't be black or white, but grey.
Confusion will rise every morning, without giving me any warning.
Sadness would be the darkness in night, No, this doesn't feel so right.
I want to be happy, too much to ask? Because I failed in what you gave me as a task?
Don't you realize, that is not who I am, Though I do respect you, sir and ma'am.
But I want to be the way I am born, What in it is wrong?
To bring you a smile, I should sell my soul? And if I refuse, you'll make me live in that dark hole?
Why, today I ask. What have I done? That on my heart, you point that gun.
To live life the way I want I say, so get yours and don't rule mine, okay?
Today I am quiet, why I don't know, but I promise tomorrow I will glow.
My light would make you blind, even then my love will keep you bind.
Because I loved you truly, every minute, for everything from big to as small as a particle of millet.
You should know, nothing can stop me from reaching the top, no matter you push me down at every hop.
I won't get disheartened from any of this, because whatever life has to offer is a bliss.
I won't let this destroy my goal, or burn in my pocket a **** hole.
I will win, I know in my heart, doesn't matter how much you try to be smart.
Yes, this is for all you people out there, with black, grey, white or no hair.
Nothing in this world can slower down my pace,
To my loved ones, I am already a grace!

Every morning is an outcome of a dark night,
Keeping this hope up, I'm still standing in the fight.
I feel complete when you are start and end of my day,
Without you around, I'm simply fading away.

When people raise their finger on me,
To you, I desire to flee.
When I'm judged, misunderstood, accused,
In your light, I want to be fused.

I accept that I am not a good person,
So what? I'll be given scars in black, red and crimson?
I am suppressed the every single time,
Is it always my crime?

How for them it can always be so fine?
Can't they see me, feel me, ever whine?
I just want to be happy, feel the breeze with a smile,
I want you to hold my hand, in this meanwhile.

My disability to express what is inside,
In my life, is bringing the disastrous tide.
Today I feel, the solution is to end this,
Maybe peace comes, when heaven gives me a kiss.

I am into this turmoil,
Where are you? Come wrap me in your foil.
Take me into a different world,
Then all the sadness in trash will be hurled.

When one feels alone in crowd,
Because of the pain, one wants to shout out loud.
When moonlight becomes the brightest thing,
Somebody else of your life becomes the king.

Maybe it is the most beautiful scene,
But how can you expect love from the mean?
Is it right to always in the flow yourself to blame?
I swear, Life! is the roughest game.

My mistake, I am not able to determine,
Perhaps this is what is making them win.
My tender age, my shaken phase,
Makes them think I am an easy chase.

Nothing is capturing my mind,
Now is when I want you to come and (me) find.
Only you can lift me from this situation,
I want you. For this I've no explanation.

You're that invisible power, the magic,
The only one that can take away all that is tragic.
Nobody knows who you are, including this heart,
But I so wish to be on your priority chart.

What goes in me, one fails to understand right now,
I want answers to what, when and how.
What is keeping me so down?
When will they stop wearing my life's crown?
How cannot seeing all of this, I now frown?

I want to end this in any way,
In between emotions, I no longer can sway.
For myself, I want to breathe once,
God helps all and not just nuns.

Shower your blessing on me too,
You're not God, so to reach you, there's no cue.
Just lift me once, high enough, so they can see,
That I am happier when set free!

One who is capable of bringing a life on this Earth,
Why is considered nothing but dirt?

One who was before worshiped for all our needs,
Why today disrespected to fulfil our inhuman deeds?

One who, for our good, is ready to have the forbidden fruit,
Why is it so difficult to return her the gratitude?

One whose purity and warmth is filled with magic,
Why her everyday is made tragic?

Never underestimate the power of a woman,
As the ship sinks without the most important crewman.