Manvi Mehta
Writer
Jaipur, Gulabi Nagari, Rajasthan

Poets are born not made and I'm one of them.

Carved by emotions etching journeys through time and across time, life and beyond, of mind within and without. I can't say whether my poetic voyage began with the first publication of my collection or much earlier, when I learnt to feel nature, people, everything around me, and what feelings were.

While too young then, the page had always been my best friend. Now I have two collections of poems.

Working as an associate professor of economics was a great pleasure, and I found immense happiness in teaching young people, who I saw as the future hope of many generations.

I have a curious mind that inclines towards reading,

writing, singing, and cooking. I love dogs and I feel that having a pet is a blessing! I wish to

end the stigma around Mental Illness and aspire to break the taboo by being vocal about it.

I believe poetry can be a great form of self expression and I wish to create a safe space

where one can share their verses and silence and embark on a journey of self exploration.

Death

Invitation slipped by
Death stood staring at me
As if the Oracle
had blown its trumpet
As if the fire was ready to consume me
As if the earth was ready to embrace me
Invitation I declined
Death stared at me
I stared back
In its very eyes
In its very presence
Neither I begged nor I plead
I was drunk on life
And that I declared
I fought and fiercely fought
Against destiny
Against fate
Against odds
I emerged stronger
And I murdered death
On Poetry

Darkness doesn’t haunt me anymore
In the quilts of dreams, I write
Void of any reason
Save that of ink
With blood and a bit of ink
Mincing none words I declare
Poetess at heart I am
My emotions consummate with words
Poetry, their offspring
Mirror

Reflections are my essence
Beholders are my companion
Perspectives, reality and imagination
I give back everything I receive
Many have aged with me
Many have dreamt with me
Dreams, truth and lies
I consume it all
Secrets are safe with me
Desires are well kept
Fears, freedom and boundaries
I receive it all
Thousand broken pieces
Still have a way of showing paths
Thousand broken pieces
Still have a way of giving life.


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