Shruti Goel
was born in Uttar Pradesh India. She holds an Honors Bachelor’s Degree in
English Literature & a Master’s in Human Resource Management. Inspired by
her sixth-grade teacher, she began to write poetry at the age of ten on
independence, diversity & more. Her near-death experience in early 1995
colossally remodeled her perspective on life. In 1998 she moved to the
USA. She is multi-lingual and writes in both English and Hindi. She had been
heading a self-owned consulting firm for almost a decade. Shruti has formed and
supported Parents Group Of Gifted & Talented, is a part-time teacher,
an active volunteer for Read Across America, a successful arranger, and manager
of fundraisers with authors like Dr. Eileen Kennedy Moore. Currently, she is
compiling a book of her poems for future publication and runs a weekly book
club that involves diverse works ranging from poetry to nonfiction and
metaphysics.
TREADING UNKNOWN WATERS
Treading the
known is not my forte
Conformity is not
my virtue
To think within
the scope of the apparent is an alley least traveled
To follow is too
cliche
Predictability
for me is a predicament
To know me you
have to travel with me
Pack and unpack
at sudden pit stops
To think you know
me is a fraction of what I allow you to know
Some say I'm
fierce
Many think I'm
vulnerable
I'm not your
perception
I redefine myself
every moment of my quest
Don't be taken
aback by my choices
I amaze myself
plenty
My reasons to be
who I am are substantial
No phrase, no
term, no shame to affirm
I own my book
My story is mine
to confess
I turn a page on
a daily basis
Sometimes I
wrinkle a page over
Sometimes in
moments unclear and faint
To revisit and
ponder
To decipher its
blueprint
My identity is a jewel
I adorn
Wrapped in
realism
My vulnerability
is my armor
My ferocity, my
defense
My truth, my
power
I derive my
strength from the Almighty
My sense of
independence comes from His unfaltering love for me
My undying faith
in Him intimidates many
I cannot be
broken,
Neither can I be
bought.
Never ever
underestimate me
Because
No person,
No transition,
No growth,
No evolution,
No community,
No culture,
No race,
No tenet,
Or even our
society’s popular template,
Will oscillate my
originality.
Until I roam a
spectrum
From now to my
self-actualization
You will have to
accompany my journey
To ever find a
moment to undulate me.
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