The Uncharted Mind by Shon Mehta is a collection of philosophical poetry, quotes, inner thoughts, and introspective reflections exploring the human mind, self-worth, resilience, moral philosophy, solace, and inner peace. The book brings together Shon Mehta’s personal thoughts and philosophical quotes drawn from her novels, along with poems, verses, and aphoristic reflections.
At its core, The Uncharted Mind explores the human mind as a “cozy shelter” for private conversations, reflection, emotional solace, and inner peace. Through philosophical and introspective writing, Shon Mehta examines human resilience, personal identity, morality, and the search for meaning.
Few Poems.
The Uncharted Mind by Shon Mehta is a collection of philosophical poetry, quotes, inner thoughts, and introspective reflections exploring the human mind, self-worth, resilience, moral philosophy, solace, and inner peace. The book brings together Shon Mehta’s personal thoughts and philosophical quotes drawn from her novels, along with poems, verses, and aphoristic reflections.
At its core, The Uncharted Mind explores the human mind as a “cozy shelter” for private conversations, reflection, emotional solace, and inner peace. Through philosophical and introspective writing, Shon Mehta examines human resilience, personal identity, morality, and the search for meaning.
Few Poems.
The Dare
There was a girl named Claire.
For her, life was lonely, it was so unfair.
She longed for happiness, but found it nowhere.
And felt that when she is gone, no one will care.
Then, one day, she decided, and took the dare.
Years gone by, her family still lives their nightmare.
Her mother's eyes, they are never without a tear.
Cause, death without grief is rather rare.
Someone, somewhere will always care.
Poem: The Future Must be Bright
Color of my skin, they will forever malign,
Bullets are theirs, but the body is mine.
No matter how hard I try, no matter how good my intent,
Everyday is an ambush, against which I can never fend.
So many years have passed, there is no end to my plight,
Yet I keep telling myself, don't worry the future must be bright.
Color of my skin, they will forever malign,
Bullets are theirs, but the body is mine.
No matter how hard I try, no matter how good my intent,
Everyday is an ambush, against which I can never fend.
So many years have passed, there is no end to my plight,
Yet I keep telling myself, don't worry the future must be bright.
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