From The Quill

ON THE DEBRIS OF BLOOD SOAKED CORPSE, DESTROYED MONUMENTS AND LOST SOIL, ANOTHER CIVILISATION IS BORN WITH HOPE. NOT TO END IN A SIMILAR WAY. BUT ALAS! HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF. ~ Suranya

From Reds, Oranges and Gold To Green and Blue... The history of India was written  In Flags of Invasion  VIBGYOR played in reverse! Until India tasted freedom. ~ Suranya

Quench your thirst in my youth. Before the dirty maturity hits.  Before Transparency gets lost in layers of sediments.  Before evil takes a toll on my dream run.  Restricts it. Binds it. Bends it.  Before I lose my identity.  Before I get lost in the sea like a million others.  Quench your thirst, as long as I can nurture you... ...Said the River to Mankind ~ Suranya

Mewar ke angan mein jab lal Talai behti thi. Gerua aur safed se yudh ki dhara behti thi. Ussi dharti ke putra ne Sabke mann mein aasha ki kiran jalaai thi Tilak laga maidaan mein utra jab jab woh Dharti muskuraai thi Zulmiyon ke neendo ko Mewar ki dharti churai thi. Aj unn rango pe Jo pyaar ka rang charhaya hai. Issi holi utsav mein kabhi umeed ki siyasaat baithi thi. Mewar Ki Dharti ke har rang mein rangke koi rehti thi. Unke Mann ke rango ko jisne laal se rangayi thi. Unke dil mein bhi aise koi rehti thi. Aj Holi phirse aati, unki yaadein Mewar ko satati. Abhi bhi mewar jag uthti unke veer gatha o se. Jaha har din Holi ki uss Rajtilak ke yaad mein Rang jaati hai mewar ki dharti nayi asha ki rango se. ~ Suranya

Who are your greatest enemies? "Ego and Fear." smiled Love. ~ Suranya

 "What to do now? My wifi is dead!" He slammed shut his laptop. "I don't know." She frowned thoughtfully. "Maybe you can talk, feel, listen and understand real-life people to start with. Gaze at the stars, perhaps?" And in her sarcastic smile, he fell in love, again. ~ Suranya

 She looks at the stranger in the mirror  And sighs perhaps in disbelief,  Her words are yours, so is that dress.  She is everything you want, perfect.  The trophy girl, the show-off relation,  The object of your timely lusts; Now is the time she disagrees,  Starving herself to feed your needs,  Your fragile masculinity, your only feat. Man, you are, you call the shots,  Killed her dreams, turned her into a rock  She knows exactly what you love to hear  But she cannot please you anymore, dear. She calls it quits and takes the risks,  To find herself once more.  She has uncovered you bit by bit  Peeling your touch and taste off her skin  Now she stands in flesh and blood.  As real as she had ever been. © Suranya

 Aakhon Se Fisalti Jaati Sapne, Raeth Ki Tarah. Samajh Nahi Aata, Mutthi Bandh Karu Ya Khol Du. Kaise Bandhu Unn Sapno Ke Dor,  Kahi Wo Ghum Naa Ho Jaaye Raston Mein,  Kayi Bujh Naa Jaaye Aas Ki Diye. Kahi Raeth Mein Kho Naa Jaaye Dhadkan Ki Awaz, Aur Hum. ~ Suranya

Dono ke labh pe inkaar hai Phir bhi dono eksath hai. ~ Suranya

  Preet ki kesariya ko banake oorni Bas Prem ke liye jee gayi. Aisi thi ek Rajkumari Banke Jogan jo rahi Aisi Bhakti mein wo samayi Ke bas Kanha ki Meera Kehlaayi. ~ Suranya

Once upon a time, colours celebrated love. And Holi, the triumph of good over evil. Today, the festival has turned into a photographer's paradise, a selfie queen's destination and an art of showing how much you believe in the tradition of your culture. People flock to Vraj Festival and Vrindavan just to put up stories that disappear in a day. Or perhaps for some likes on Facebook. But what about the triumph of good over evil? God laughs sarcastically as yet another bomb takes innocent lives across the globe. Yet another child is stripped of his childhood with abuse, rape or perhaps death. Yet another soldier returns home in a coffin while the terrorist escapes. No wonder it's not the triumph of good over evil anymore. Humanity has died a slow death. Holi today is a holiday, a feast or perhaps a get-together. The promise of love changes colour every day. Just like human beings. ~ Suranya