Tags

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

Friends?

Two Broken Hearts found solace in one another. Love? Destiny smiled.

We're good friends. Both hearts accepted. Scared of the truth.

~ Suranya

Pratap's Ajabdeh

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

Mind & Heart

"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

A Letter from My Younger Self

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 for us, perhaps a misfit completely! 

In a world full of perfect love stories, love is not meant to be flawless. It involves overcoming obstacles and conquering fears. Love is not easy. That's why it's rare. The holding on. The strength and magic.

It is not about building a mausoleum for your lover to show it, but about respecting them in private. It's not about dying for love, but about being their strength in tough times. It's all about a battle for life. Together.

In a journey to Discover Love, we forget the most important thing! Loving ourselves. Accepting our flaws and letting others deal with them as well. In a Journey To Discover Life, we should always make self-discoveries, explore ourselves, our potentials, our thoughts, our evolution and knowledge. Life is too short to be someone else's idea of perfect than being Perfect in your own Eyes! With Love, A Traveller of Life:)

Meeting my Protagonist

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 thumps in your chest.

I can feel the nervousness.

You stare at me with those eyes again. As if to say, stop right there. You are making me sound like some filmy hero. People will drool over it. I stop. I love leaving cliff hangers for the next chapter.

My Protagonist knows me well.

~ Suranya

Looking for Home

 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

Vermillion

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

~ Suranya

In Search of Prince Charming

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 you were stupid to believe those stories once, well, you are living yours right now. We all are. Our struggles, dreams, hopes and beliefs. The people around us. That's your Story.

And don't worry. You will reach your happy ending, with or without a knight in shining armour or your damsel in distress. You don't need to be the saviour if you need saving sometimes. You are not the damsel in distress.

You are the warrior who dares to wear their heart on their sleeve. Some day you will be the ruler of your life. This is it. Your very own fairy tale. So believe in its journey. It's struggles. Do not focus on one character in your story.

They are not the main character; you are.

© Suranya

Veerangana Gatha

 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 uss Rakshak ki,

Swaraj ke swapno ki.

Suno Gatha ek Shivaji ki.

Yeh Desh bana hai unke lahu se, Jauhar o ki chingaario se.

Yeh Desh bana hai unke adarsho se, Kabhi na jhukne wali unn sheesh o se.

Itihas gawa hai unn panno ka, Jaha kho gaye log kayi.

Ajabdeh ka prem, Sai ka vishwas,

Reh gaya Ankaheen.

Kahani unn veer o ki sab hai jaane, Par jaane nahi unn prerna o ko.

Kaha Itihas ne yaad rakha unn maata o ki Balidaano ko.

Kaha unn patni o ka prem kho gaya gusre kal mein.

Koi na jaane kitne aasu bahe thee unke yaad mein.

Kaun jaana kyun dukhi thee Pratap ke antim din,

Kaun jaana Kyun Shivba leta raha “Sai” ka naam anth mein har din.

Koi na jane unke janmo ki unn sathiyo ko.

Koi na jana kaise unhone chua Yodhya o ke mann o ko.

Aao Sunaye tumko hum Aj woh saari kahani.

Kisse kayi, itihas nayi, jo rache unke baani.

Jaha jee uthe ek baar phirse unke prem o ki bhasha.

Ek baar phir jaise Ajabdeh Baisa kare kisi ki pratiksha.

Ek Baar phir kahi Saibai maange unki prano ki raksha.

Ek Baar phir kayi ek jija utha de apne putra ke haato talwar.

Ek baar phir chalo Jaivanta Bai kare kisi ke rakht Tilak.

Ek baar phir chalo jee le unn veeranganao ki katha o ko,

Phir se jeevit karde unn kahaniyo ko.

Kyunki yeh Dharti nahi hai sirf unn Veero ka,

Yeh hai unke jeevan sathi o ka. Yeh hai Veerangana o ka.

Hai Humari Hai tumhari.

Yeh Dharti hai Bharat ki Maata o ka.

-As Felt By Suranya Sengupta 

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Love That Matters

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

© Suranya

Mother

Mother.noun.

Meaning. Love. Unconditional Trust. Support. Faith. World.

Replacing Word. Not Found.

Mirage

 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

You Before Them

 "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