From The Quill

The world asked for a tag. "Friendzone!" "Infatuation?" "Flirting?" "Love?" She smiled and picked up her pen. "He's my Muse." "What's the story?" "Life," she smiled. ~ Suranya

Two Broken Hearts found solace in one another. Love? Destiny smiled. We're good friends.  Both hearts accepted. Scared of the truth. ~ Suranya

His trembling fingers filled her hairline, unsure of a return as eyes shone. Her steady fingers did his tilak with the same red, and she smiled back. Never before had he felt her heart was braver than his. He won battles with his might. She always managed to rule his heart. ~ Suranya

"But they will think you are mad." He shook his head.  "How will they know? You and I have this secret rendezvous only in the darkest hour of the night." She giggled. "Don't talk aloud. Hush!" He was alarmed. "Okay, tell me, what are we talking about today?"  "I am a mess. I don't know what to feel or do. I don't know which way to choose." She sulked.  "Am I right? Are my feelings right?" "Calm down. Let's sort this out for you. First things first, priorities...." He was composed.  "What will I do without you?" She smiled, admiring him.  "Well, that's the thing, you know, they will all leave, you and I will always have each other's backs." He smiled. "And no one will understand better." She added.  Every night, the Mind and Heart had their own conversation. © Suranya

Sleepless Soul. Perhaps a lonely heart, seeking Answers. Why do people leave? Why do we keep seeking the Perfect thing we want so badly in life? Why do people expect us to change who we are for them? When we meet people, we have no EXPECTATIONS of a friendship, companionship, or Love. With time, a relationship is formed. Perhaps of a Muse and an Admirer, a writer and her words. A joy and the reason behind it. But then EXPECTATIONS knock on the door of a healthy, happy relationship. I'm not talking of Love here. No, I'm not. A friendship. A musing. Or just an exchange of thoughts. Everything and everyone has a separate bond. We start by knowing people. We start expecting and ultimately, finding flaws. None is flawless, are they? But we still seek the Perfect One! And in that road, of finding the perfect muse, companion or perhaps love, we break hearts! We get heartbroken! Set a limit for people. Wishing they were someone else. Trying desperately to fit into the shoes they choose...

The silence of 1AM. It's winter. Insomniac and sleepless, I sit with the laptop. You knew it, didn't you? You stare at me intensely. Like your deep brown eyes have a lot to convey. Thoughts. Feelings. Emotions. You just need the right words from me. There is complete silence. I can hear my breath. And the keyboard. I stop as the cursor blinks. You give half a smile. That spark in your eyes. What's next? I sigh. You wait. You then dial her number. Disconnect it, unsure. Then, leave her a message with a soft, nervous prayer. I smile at your nervous face now. When you frown in tension, your eyebrows make an arc like sea waves. They straighten soon after you choose your shirt. Blue? Black? Grey? You settle for Purple. You practice a speech. I watch you amused. We both know how nervously you have discarded the hundred other types of proposals. And you finally settled for being spontaneous. For others, they will just know your perfect speech. Taking a deep breath your heart thump...

 A little Bird flew far and wide,  Across Continents it flew by,  Searching for that one perfect tree. He wished to call it home,  After the years and years he had roamed,  And at last he found it! The prettiest tree in starlet blooms,  That shone like stars,  Bright even in gloom. He settled down on a branch full of flowers,  Didn't know it wasn't an answer to his prayers. Ready to call it Home so quick  In a few brief moments of attraction  That made him regret and grieve,  The branch didn't meet his expectations. Wounded, pained, and hurt  Blood-soaked, he fell in the dirt,  Because he had forgotten the obvious  In his search for home so alacrity,  That there could be thorns ready to cut easily  Even in the most flawless-looking beauty. ~ Suranya

The red flag reminded him of blood. It reminded her of Vermillion. Irony how one wiped off another. ~ Suranya

You were probably three when you opened the pages of the first colourful book. The prince on a white horse, purple robe and a gold crown, was being watched in secret by the Damsel in distress, waiting to be saved. Fairy tales introduced you to a totally different world, taught you not to trust easily, and that there were bad people in the world, amidst near and dear ones, or worse, in the disguise of good. There were wars fought. Battles won. Love and truth won in the end. Always. And they lived happily ever after. But in your twenties, you wondered. What was it that made the fairy tales so interesting? The brave prince? The beautiful down to earth princess? The evil queens? The happily ever after? No. It was all the struggle, the journey, the lessons in the story. That made them what they were. Characters grew from experience. It was not the last line, but the hope and how they reach their dreams that made the journey worth reading. So, everyone who asks if there can be a fairytale or...

  Ao Sunaaye Tumko Gathaa, Gaatha kuch Veero ki, Gatha ek swaraj ki,  Sapna ek swadhinta ki. Gatha Patniyoke Prem o ki, Gaatha Maa o ke Biswaso ki. Ao sunaye tumko gatha, Gatha ek Mewar ki. Gatha ek Maratha Ki. Gatha ek Bharat ki. Yeh katha hai Shurveero ki, Maharana O ki, Maharaja O ki. Yeh gatha hai Chatrapatiyo ki. Gatha unke yudho ki, adarsho ki, sammano ki. Kahani Unn Maharaniyo ka, Rajkumariyo ka, Veerangana o ka. Katha unke atmasammano ka. Premo Ka. Bhaktiyo ka. Gatha ek Meera ka, ek Padmini ka, Ek Karnavati ka. Suno katha unn Maa o ka. Unke Parvarish Ka. Balidaano ka. Yeh Gatha ek Jijabai ka, ek Panna Dhai ka, ek Jaivanta Bai ka. Suno katha unn Patniyo ka. Unke pratikska ka. Tapasya ka. Unke vachan o aur satitwa ka. Yeh Gatha hai ek Ajabdeh ka, ek Saibai ka, ek Jiwa ka. Suno katha unn deviyon ka, Unn Maa o ke ashisho ka. Suno Katha ek Veer ki, Dharti k ek putra ki, Eklinji ki Avatar ki, Suno Gatha ek Swadhinta premi Pratap ki. Suno Katha uss Suput ki, Bhavani Maata ke ...

Trying to hold on to Love, it escaped through her fingers. Trying to let go of herself, she found Love Within. © Suranya

Mother. noun. Meaning.  Love. Unconditional Trust. Support. Faith. World. Replacing Word. Not Found.

 Like a sand storm in the desert, She was unpredictable;  Not easy to catch,  A destroyer by choice,  Yet hard to resist.  Like a Mirage,  She was a mystery,  Waiting to be found,  And cherished for her rarity,  Like an oasis in the barren land. © Suranya

 "And soon you will know that you are the sunshine just after the rains. You are precious. Yes, you love them. Perhaps like you never loved anyone before, or never will. But here is the thing. You should love yourself the most. And you should never let someone deny you what you are worth." © Suranya