From The Quill

One was lost in to fire. Another emerged from it. But who saw the fire in the society? In the Agni Pariksha, each one of us survives. The thousands and hundreds of women everyдау. Some, the outspoken protesting Sita. Some, the silent bearer of wrongdoing, like Draupadi. Yes, History sadly repeats itself. ~ Suranya

 Amidst the rumbles and ruins,  Somewhere in that smell of history,  In her mind's eye,  Characters came alive again  Just like reincarnations. Talking of emotions,  Fears and flaws  That was never a part of  Their battlefield of life  In the book's history is claimed to be true. Of Jauhars and Sakas  That painted the walls soot black,  Of wars fought for and won;  Through blood, sweat and courage;  Of love, in stories immortal,  Of families standing by each other and not.  Of the bravest hearts which  Dreamt the impossible. They told her tales,  Of war, love, harmony and dreams;  Woven in her mind's eye with imagination  Was now a person waiting for her  To tell their tales to the world,  Things beyond the causes,  That ruined the glorious past  And turned monuments into bricks  And their names are immortal. © Suranya

   The road to my dreams, the story I sought, Had chanced upon your lane, asking for directions. You, in turn, gave me a character; Not to tell a tale, but to keep in my heart as well. With You, the roads looked longer, conversations meaningful My purposes were clear, heart rejuvenated. I did not mind the routes now, I trusted you. I believed you would lead me to a place, where I would find myself. I knew You would leave, sooner or later. You and I were never meant to be. But I wish the journey could be neverending, Not wondering what could have been, What should have been and never will be, Ever. ~ Suranya

 A wounded bird away from its flocks,  On a snowy night right by the dock,  Broken wings, unsure dreams,  Your eyes like beads, of brownish hue, I found you shivering without a clue. And without a thought, right or not,  I had offered you a home; A temporary stay, a guest anyway You were meant to leave one day.  Yet my heart fluttered like my leaves,  My branches danced, petals showered romance I hopelessly fell in love with you. You sang in the springs. Danced in the rain,  Let the autumn fall make a cosy bed. And then your migratory friends arrived, It was time for you to leave me behind. A story of the past, adventurous and not to last.  You flew away to your flocks. © Suranya

In the end, all that matters is  Who stays patient in your worst days,  Holds on to your flaws,  And where it all stands  When you don't try to make everything perfect! © Suranya

The darkest night, the purest soul, a warrior heart, full of hope. ~ Suranya

If You were the Sunflower, stuck to your roots, Wishing to soar high, not afraid to lose. If I were the Sun, carefree and ignorant, I do what I do, never noticing you. Then one day, I stopped on my path, it was half past noon What if I chanced upon you, almost like a boon? Would I have held on or let you go? Knowing that your death resides in us, not life? For you would have seen how I burn, every moment Every day, giving hope and light, like a candle burning itself Perhaps you would understand, why we weren't meant to be Maybe we were the story that never should be. If I were the Sunflower, stuck to my roots, You are my sun, miles away in pursuit. I follow you around from dawn to dusk, Knowing that you perhaps don't notice me Doesn't make me regret it much. I care not for a story to tell, nor for a perfect ending I pray My love for you is not to impress, But I will keep trying till you acknowledge.  ~ Suranya

There are days when you are at a loss for Words. And you need someone to understand your Silences. ~ Suranya

Life and Death are a ticking clock. No one knows where it will stop. ~ Suranya

  We plan forever, when even tomorrow is a doubt. ~ Suranya

Her hopes were chained down by the society that never understood her. The dreams were too big. Her love was too platonic for humans. She decided to make both come true, with hope, faith and perseverance. Rising above the shackles, lowly gossip that entangled her character, she broke free from prejudice. Dreams came true, love reigned the way she hoped it would, in beautifully woven words of the bestseller she penned. ~ Suranya

She spoke of dreams. She fought for the One. She crossed hurdles for Love. But this princess needed no Knight in Shining Armour. She picked up her sword instead. She fought the evils no man could. And she was his Ardhangini. Shiva's Durga. - Suranya