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Friday, March 17, 2017

Lost & Found

 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



Thursday, March 9, 2017

Khoya Hu

 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



Thursday, March 2, 2017

Meera

 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