Kindness

 "The thing with kind hearted people is they tolerate more than they should from people. Then they are often called weak and dependable. While the truth is, they are the strongest people you can come across, who despite all the darkness aroun them, still believe in goodness of people. <

They still believe that everyone around them will be as nice to them as they are to others. They give you hope and faith, even if they lose theirs. And they will never hold on if if you walk away because they understand their need in your life is over."

© Suranya

Tu

 Har Dua Mein Tera Naam Ho,

Har Subah Tujhse Roshan Ho.

Har Shaam Tera Intezaar Rahe

Har Din Tujhse Abaad Ho.

Har Ehsaas Mein Basa,

Mere Dil Mein,

Tu Hi Ho Bas.

~ Suranya

The Letter

 I sat with my pen and paper, thoughts shrouding my mind

I stared at the blank page, putting it aside.

I started typing in the .doc, backspaces speaking more than me

While I carefully chose my words, restricting my emotions from you.

Ranting through the sleepless nights, insomniac and restless,

My heart spoke a thousand feelings my words couldn't express.

I opened the page and stared at your name with longing.

My finger lingered on it before I smiled knowing,

What exactly I needed to do!

Speaking my words, unsaid, in silence was always my thing.

I sent you the email and smiled pleased.

You received it with a frown perhaps,

A blank mail was all you would see.

No words from a writer were unexpected,

She who wrote pages of thoughts lost her words?

Then I know you would smile at it, intrigued by the mystery

Knowing who I am from the soul.

There was something more to it, waiting to unfold.

That was when I knew I found a soulmate in you,

For you discovered what others did not see.

Words wrapped carefully in white fonts

Popping up when selected, were my emotions

Hidden and never said out loud.

~ Suranya

Love & Death

 Love and Death are more alike than you know. Why?

Perhaps because both attract men in an eerily similar way. Man is curious about both and knows of none. Maybe he never will.

You see, we happen to believe what others say. Refer to books and celluloid for their emotions, music and poetry to muse on both in thousands of metaphors and millions of stories. But what if love isn't all that? What if the afterlife is different? What if what we have learnt of both is just how we put it in our imagination? Has anyone who experienced death ever told us of it?

Can anyone experience love the same way as another?

What if all your life you chase these attractions and never find an answer?

Funny, how Love is exactly like Death. Yet people want the one which they rarely find and fear the other, they will inevitably reach.

© Suranya

I Don't Know What Falling In Love Means

 I know not what falling in love means.

Don't get me wrong, I have been in love!

(More times than I had hoped to.)

But I have only seen this in movies

Or read them in love stories; 

That one heart skipping moment, 

A conversation or gesture 

That makes someone "Fall in love".

The experience is alien to me 

For I don't intend to fall 

Into whatever love is.

I am not impressed by stares,

Or a flattering gesture. 

Nuances of emotions are subtle.

They come not with force for me. 

Love to me is made of 

Little boring everyday things 

A song you share, an inside joke 

A sunset or silence.

The defining moment of 

Falling in love never occurred to me.

No rose petals or dances

Could sway my heart 

More than honesty does.

Hence, I don't intend to fall in love.

For such a love is fleeting and magical 

Momentary and meant for novels.

I want to be in love,

Live it every day.

The kind where you look at someone 

Going through their mundane chores

Vulnerability and flaws

Yet you thank heavens for them

Every single day.

© Suranya

Believe

 "Some of us believe in miracles: 11:11 or wishing upon a star. Some of us believe in fate; that we are here with a predefined story. We are mere mortals who can't change it. Then there are some of us who believe in both. We believe in healing broken hearts and igniting hope in those who lost faith in love. We believe all the love they once promised someone comes back to them some day. We believe in promising them that some day they will eventually find what they are looking for. A home. A place to rest their wandering souls. We pray that what we told them is true. And in all of that, which < people often call selfless deeds or positivity, we have our own hopes. Our own deep selfish intentions. The hope that all we ever dreamt of, wished for, and hoped for, once, to be a part of our story, will eventually come back to us, in some form or the other, through people. We may not have our own stories exactly like the way we plan, but we can always live our dreams, through others, and thus, for ourselves."

© Suranya