Poem -21
Magic is real.
By Mehak Varun
It lingers in the hush between words,
in the quiet spark of a thought daring to bloom.
Our voices carry spells—soft syllables that shape dreams,
while our minds wander through enchanted forests of possibility.
Our hands hold wands of effort,
carving invisible paths through stone and storm.
With every step, we scatter stardust—
the unseen shimmer of persistence.
And when the skies seem dull and heavy,
we keep walking, keep believing,
until the rain parts ways for the rainbow.
For magic is not a trick of light or illusion—
it is the flame within us, steady and true.
It is in the trembling hope we cradle in our palms,
in the strength that rises quietly, refusing to fall.
And when we refuse to stop,
magic arrives—
soft as a miracle, certain as the sun.
~ Mehak Varun is a writer, poet, artist, and the author of four books—The Humane Quest (Volumes 1, 2, and 3) and I Am Me.
She has been honored with the 100 Inspiring Authors of India award in Kolkata and the Women of Influence 2019 award, presented on Women’s Day in New Delhi. In addition to her books, her work has been featured in various anthologies, and she has received numerous accolades in poetry competitions.
Mehak Varun has also completed a certification course in persuasive writing and public speaking from Harvard.
She holds an LL.B. degree and can be reached at mehakgrover@amartex.com.
