Endings

 I have often heard that am obsessed with happy endings. But I wonder. What is truly that One story like? A love that culminates into forever? Or a love that doesn't?

They say the greatest love is often incomplete like Romeo Juliet, Heer Ranjha, Laila Majnu, Sahiba Mirza and even tales from our epics like the love of Ram Sita, Kanha Radha and Shiva Sati. So where is love triumphing in those tales?
Being in Love doesn't really mean you always end up together in a pitch perfect story, get married or have kids and tell your grandkids this story of your life. It means the love you feel is a happy one. It can be any kind of love, for someone, something, some place, attachment, or even yourself. The one story you carry in your heart is memories to cherish all life and not lessons, is the One Love you seek. It often means living your dream, your entire story in the littlest moments of love. Happy endings don't mean ending up together with someone. It means finding yourself in a new light in love, making yourself a better person. It means loving yourself in a new way, self improvement or fulfilling your own dreams and promises. The essence of love can be found in self independence, self love or bliss of friends and family. In work or relationships. In being with someone or distances. In one person for a lifetime or in many over a life. It's a short life to live lovelessly. And one person or relationship never defines Love. It's the easiest available human emotion. Don't let people judge you, ground you or even expect them to understand how you find your happiness in love. How you define it. It doesn't have a reason. It happens. It is magic, if you believe in it with purity of heart and souls. And in all these I realised that even history says this through love stories time and again. Samyogita Prithviraj to Pratap Ajabdeh to Shiv Sai give us relationship goals yet they remain incomplete in their own little love stories. So no matter what your reason is, who you are, where you are, or how many times it hurts; don't let others define love for you. Be a warrior in Love! Choose your happily ever after. Always love to be in Love, until you become Love itself. 

~ Suranya

Wheel of Time

 O Time, do riddle me this.

Is your flow a boon or a curse?

Why is keeping pace a must?

Why can't I just stop for a view?

Not care if I am flowing with you?

They say you turn luck and fate, 

This shall pass; things won't be the same. 

The ever-changing wheel is an assurance.

But ever did they think, 

That it turns sooner to the good, 

Ends things that you hold dear; 

People, places, memories and mood. 

"Everything happens for the better" 

They often make such tall claims.

How do they know who flows with it?

Time never promises the same.

~ Suranya

Forgiveness

"Forgive those who don't even seek forgiveness!" Poor Thing!

Can't even dare to face their own mistakes!

How could they face you?

~ Suranya

Return

The blazing sun had withered away greenery. The scorching heat had dried her completely. She stared at the blue sky sadly. As he passes by, a white cotton ball in the sky. He had fallen for her that day. Her withered flaws didn't matter to him. Her nurturing nature made him want to return to her. But how could the cloud touch the earth? How could they possibly meet? God smiled at his creations. Come the season, he turned grey, in love with her who awaited his return. The thunder announced his homecoming as he turned into raindrops. She had welcomed him with open arms. To do away with her flaws and complete her. He, in turn, was loaded with so much, he found relief in her.

But at last the sun shone again; drop by drop, she was left behind as he returned to his journey. But he promised to come back as rain whenever she needed him to. Never to stay, though. Their duties permitted no forevers. The Earth always awaited his return.

~ Suranya

Mother's Love

The Queen was proud.

Her twelve-year-old was going to war.

A Mother's hand shook at the tilak.

The Mother's love had won over the Rajputani heart!

~ Suranya

Subhadra

She lost him in the war.

Tricked by the own. 

His son's fingers held hers.

She knew he was home.

~ Suranya

Bow

He Bowed.

Not before the Mighty Mughals.

Not before his rivals.

Not before impossible dreams.

But only... Before her.

Every time she reached in vain To Do His Tilak.

Because even if he was the Maharana.

She was The Wife!

~ Suranya

To The Muse

 Har balidaan ka ek bohot bada uddesh hota hai, 

Jo hum aur aap kabhi samajh nahi paenge. 

Shayed Panna Dhai, Rani Karnavati, 

Meera Bai aur Jaivanta Bai ke balidaan ke peeche, 

Unn hazaro stree o ke Jauhar o ke peeche, 

Uddesh tha ek umeed ke janam ki, 

Ek Suraj ke roshni ki... 

Uske Pratap ke chaaro or phelne ki.

© Suranya

Veer Pratap ko Naman

Kumbhalgarh Ke Aanchal Mein,

Ek Balak Jab Raat Ko Ro Utha,

Subah Suraj Muskaayi Thi,

Mewar ne Khushiyaan Manayi Thi.

Jab Jab Uske Teer Chale,

Talwar Kisise Takraye,

Shatru Ke Wrid Kaape,

Uske Naam Se Aise Daare.

Bheel O Ke Woh Mitra Kika,

Mewar Ka Dharti Putra Tha,

Veer Pratap Janam Se Hi,

Mewar Ka Rakhwala Tha.

Bhai Shakti Jab Gaye Chodh

Sinhasan Ka Mol Jana.

Bhai Bhai Se Laree Aise

Moh Hai Takt Ka Maana.

Ajab Amar Hai Unki Kahani,

Baccho Baccho Ko Hai Sunani,

Jaivanta Ke Guroor Se Paale,

Kshatriya Woh Jo Kabhi Na Taale.

Chittor Ke Jauhar Ke Ashko Se,

Jiska Rajya Baitha Tha,

Uss Pratap ne Kabhi Bhi,

Dusra Jauhar Na Hone Di.

Haldighati Ke Mitti Ko

Range Rakt Talai Tha.

Man Singh Pe Vaar Kiye Woh,

Chetak Se Toh Sher Bhi Darta Tha.

Dukh Bhare Jeevan Mein Woh,

Na Jaane Kitne Apne Khoye,

Ajab Chetak Ke Jaane Se,

Rajya Se Bhi Vimukh Huye.

Par Jhuka Nahi Sarr Rajput Ka.

Larte Rahe Woh Mughalo Se.

Anth Mein Akbar Ne Maana,

Nahi Jhukega Pratap Talwaro Se.

Hari Ghaas Ki Roti Khayi,

Malmal Mein Kabhi Na Soye,

Ghar Unka Jungle Hi Bana,

Mahal Ka Sukh Kabhi Na Bhoge.

Bharat Ke Woh Pehla Putt,

Jo Swabhimaan Ka Prateek Bana.

Bharat Ka Woh Pehla Rakt,

Jo Swadeenta Ke Liye Baha.

Chavand, Chittor, Kumbhalgarh,

Roye Thee Unke Yaad Mein.

Maano Aakhein Taras Gaye,

Unke Jhalak Ki Chah Mein.

Jab Sara Bharat Karta Naman Aise Shurveero Ko,

Maat Bhulna Tum Unn Maata O Aur Stree O Ko.

Yodha Ke Mann Mein Jisne

Bhari Prem Ki Daali Thi,

Sehmi Si Par Swabhimani,

Ek Ajab Deh Mann Mein Basti Thi.

Jab Jab Unke Chott Bhare,

Par Zakhm Dil Pe Rehti Thi,

Tabh Tabh Ek Maata Sadev,

Lep Se Umeed Bharti Thi.

Jab Yudho Ke Hunkaar Uthe, Eklingji Ke Naam Se.

Tabh Tabh Streeyaan Unke Liye Jeevan Ki Mannat Mangti Thi.

Veer Woh Jo Jhuke Nahi,

Par Ek Aas Jo Mita Nahi.

Chittor Raha Mughalo Ka,

Par Woh Antim Saas Tak Ruke Nahi.

Jhalla, Punja, Tanwaro Ne,

Di Ahooti Prano Ki.

Sab Ke Liye Larte Rahe Woh,

Sarr Na Jhuke Rajput Aan Ki.

Jab Woh Gaye Dharti Se,

Maano Dharti Bhi Roya Tha.

Akbar Kya Aasu Bahaye,

Mewar Ka Kann Kann Roya Tha.

Aj Bhi Hum Bhule Nahi,

Aapki Unn Balidaano Ko,

Aj Bhi Akhiyaan Dhundti Hai,

Aap Ke Jaise Swabhimaaniyon Ko.

Bharat Karta Naman Ek Shurveer Ko.

Mewar Karta Naman Apne Veer Putra Ko.

Sab Aj Bhi Karte Naman Apke Adarsho Ko.

Main Karti Hoon Naman Apke Diye Huye Har Ek Ehsaas Ko.

~ Suranya

Laughter

Every time she laughed till her eyes were teary, his world froze for a moment.

~ Suranya

Devotion

 I met my God the day I met you, 

For the sacred shrine of my Heart 

Has chosen You as its Deity 

Of the Religion I call Love.

I have known you since Eternity, 

My Soul speaks to yours beyond realms, 

It needs no reciprocation 

For me, Love is Devotion 

And a Devotee does not need 

To see God, to believe that he exists.

~ Suranya

Victim

"Don't go out alone."

"Don't wear that dress."

"Don't come late."

She was raped..In front of a guy friend.

In a Salwar. One Evening.

Teach them not to rape. Not us to fear them.

~ Suranya

They say justice can come late. But it is always served. We hope so too. We won't forget you, Nirbhaya. Neither will we forgive such animals who make us fear darkness, lonely lanes and wearing our choices. We won't forget and forgive those who make our parents worry if we are even a little late. We won't call them men who don't treat a woman as a respected equal. Those who never know the word consent. We won't forgive those parents who don't teach their 'ghar ka chirag' the right way to treat women inside and outside the house. "Woh toh ladka hai" ... Ha, ladka hai Bhagwan nahi! Changes start from Home.

Hoping to see justice served soon.

One

Don't regret how he makes you feel

He is either

A lesson

or

An experience

If not

The One

~Suranya

Temporary

 A castle of sand, 

Some names on the shore, 

The rippling waves. 

Nothing was permanent.

She sat quietly. 

Yet her heart beat and breathed

Made all the music.

Nothing was silent.

Except for her soul 

That finally made peace 

In all that was temporary. 

Places and People.

© Suranya