From The Quill

Going through his notes copy she stopped at a poem. He had scribbled something on the second-to-last page of his notebook. "Whoa, what's that?" She smirked as he snatched the copy. " Nothing," he looked away. "Ohho ohho... Poem huh? For whom?" He smiled in silence. "Aree batao na!" " Itne hai yaar Kiska batau?" He laughed. "Ohho. Playboy, huh?" He shook his head. Taking out his phone, he checked out a WhatsApp DP. "Here." He gave her a blushing smile. "Whoa, show me, show me! Aww, she's pretty!" She exclaimed Happy. "Lucky you." "Was." The smile didn't go from his face. "Pardon?" "Was. It's been a year since she left. After five years, her problem was that she was a Muslim." He shook his head. " Like she didn't know already!" " Am so sorry." She mumbled. "It's okay! It's all past." " Still ... Can you forg...

  Ye Imaratein na jaane kitne yudh dekhe Khoon se laal hoke roye, Aj yeh Shanti se khade hai, tumko pukarte huye Khud ko talasho tum inme. Ishq se aj nafrat ko mita do, Kya pata kal ye imaratein tumhari hi Ibarat likhe. ~ Suranya

The waves were crashing at her feet. She could feel them. His voice was whispering her name. Her giggles were carefree and happy. Then suddenly the music player stopped. She opened her eyes. Sitting frozen at her spot, on her bed in the cold, dark room. Alone. She wiped away a coming tear. The lonely night was her reality. He always had the habit of recording voices and sounds. Sounds of everything from the wind to the ves. And their conversation. That day was one of his recording sprees. Their anniversary by the sea. She was annoyed as usual. He was recording their conversations. Little did she know, his voice recordings would be the only thing left to take her through her lonely nights. Simple hobbies and habits, everlasting effects of those. We never know what can turn precious in just a fraction of a second. Keep those weird habits intact. © Suranya

 Unsung heroes, names forgotten They often lived their lives hidden In veils, palaces and sanctums Their stories, emotions and fears, Smiles and tears, Only witnessed by the walls of the fort. How often I wish walls could speak, Tell a tale beyond brutal wars, ego and men Of love, loyalty and prayers of Women. Of Her, Not the Princess, The Queen or The Mother. But the person, her soul, heart and mind, Beyond the Title. ~ Suranya

Once, humans wondered, "How did a species become extinct? How was civilisation destroyed? How did it all end one day?" So they set out in their curiosity to look for answers. They made a society, made races, castes, creeds, separation on religious bases and finally thought they were invincible. Then it all began. Country vs country, man vs man, religion vs religion, tribe vs tribe, bloodshed and might, a game of pride. Where there was at all any peace, the humans made merry on wine, but they were careless campers, destroying nature, burning down forest after forest, hunting down animals for trophies of might. Then they saw their people die, blood and sweat wasted in hate; children starving to death. They saw houses burn, identity crisis dawned. They had no race, religion or country of their own, nobody to trust, not a soul to hug and mourn.  Each for his own, they struggled to breathe, remembering all the trees that died for their deed. Now they had the answers to the questio...

The still sky was in love with the turbulent sea. She was everything he was not. Bold, rebellious and full of life. He was vast. Endless. And mysterious. No one ever reached him. Neither the birds nor the buildings. As much as humans tried to touch him, he raised his head above all. He was untouched. Alone. The sea, on the other hand, was a giver of life. He touched lives every day. Thousands survived for her. The sky tried to show off his skills for life, too. He tried to impress her with the sun that adorned him for half a day. The hot sun boiled her water; the life around her complained. He tried to shine the moonlight on her darkest nights, but the moon couldn't take away her darkness. The sea smiled at his wooing. The sky was up for another plan. He coloured the sea in his blue. All through the day, he changed shades from midnight blue to turquoise to light blue and back again. The sea was impressed. She reflected his love. He sent sun rays to touch her ripples and filled her ...

She stood still as the waves came and retreated. Much like the people in her life. The Keeper now knew how helplessly stagnant the shore felt at times. Trying hard to touch the sea. Some distances were forever. Yet the love unspoken, the deepest like the sea. ~ Suranya

 "Do you remember our vows? Promises and words exchanged? Do you know that before you, holding on and letting go Never felt the same? Remember how sometimes, tired of your silence, I wished to retreat back? To leave you barren and never come back?" Her turmoiled waves of questions cracked into his silence Once again, wanting to be loved. Lost in time, he stood alone, home to a desert gypsy girl who waits For the dreams of feeling the sea, the one she had never seen The Desert sand smiled sadly at her simple dream, For he remembered what it once felt like, To be loved by the sea. ~ Suranya

"Does someone come to mind? Whenever you write...." She smiled at the eager waiting audience in front. "No." The writer lied as a name flashed on her mind and ached her heart! ~ Suranya

 No one will ever get to my soul.  It's shrouded in darkness.  Mystery of the unknown.  Unreachable thoughts.  It's untouched.  Unlike my body.  Unexploited.  Unlike my heart.  It seeks. In vain. If you think you know my soul,  Think again.  Was it my soul you saw?  Or an illusion of what you wanted to see?  If you think you know me,  Think again.  Was it me you knew, or perhaps,  Who do I want you to know? Are you livid at my words,  Scared of my thoughts? Did you embrace the Queen of Darkness?  In turbulent emotional manipulation,  Thinking her to be the Princess of Light? Of Love, Hope and Joy? I laugh at your naivety. It's not my fault.  You believed in things that never existed.  Illusions are the greatest Magic, they say.  And it was you  Who called Love the greatest Magic, remember?  So here I am, your Magician. © Suranya

LONELY HEARTS. TROUBLED MINDS. YOUNG BLOOD. FALSE PRIDE. EMOTIONS AND INFATUATION. DRUNK NIGHTS AND CONFESSION. A WEAK MOMENT FOR ONE. A HEARTBREAK FOR ANOTHER. AVOIDING GLANCES. GUILTLESS PLEASURE. ENDLESS ATTRACTION. SECRET RELATIONS. LOVE LOST TO LUST.  © Suranya

I had known you  Skin by skin,  Scar by scar.  And just as I thought  I know you enough,  Your soul became a stranger. © Suranya