The cocoon is dark and cold, I feel suffocated inside.
I felt the end was near, and then I saw sunlight
The setting red hues and I hear a crack,
Is that blood I see in the sky? No, I see a drop of red in me.
I flutter restless to realise the cocoon has finally cracked.
I was free as a bird, soaring high, I emerged as red as the sun.
My wings as red as a drop of blood on a human hand.
I was free, liberated, anew.
Or was I?
Yet my soul remains trapped
In a new body of mortality.
~ Suranya
Can I ever be pure again, from the heart, soul, mind and body?
Be Chast in this selfish world, that dirtied my mind with its sins?
Can I ever be naive again? Oh, how my heart longs for it.
I put up a wall around me, that shields me from the world.
I do not want this society, its meaningless deeds and ways.
I do not feel at home, my heart refuses to acknowledge it.
Yet again the darkness engulfs me; the walls around me narrow
Taller and taller they rise above me; I struggle to breathe.
I struggle to find my way, for the light I see is not in the end.
"You don't belong here." The bricks whispered taunts.
I shut my ears, and close my eyes.
I feel vulnerable as I sink.
The ground beneath me changes form,
I struggle to escape as I drown in it.
Deeper and deeper the darkness does not fade,
Is that Death I see lurking around?
"Will you dare to listen to your heart again?"
A mocking voice in my head repeats.
I struggle to stand up, with my heart thumping.
"Yes, yes yes!"
With every word the darkness fades, and the moon shines above me.
The stars come out one by one and I breathe freely again.
The heart remains chaste by deeds and thoughts
A soul beyond the facade.
One by one the stars fade out, the sun rising
On the dawn of realisation
And my heart beats on.
~ Suranya
Gayero se kya Sikhayat karna, apne bhi kaha samajhte hai tumhe?
Apno se kya sikayat karna, wo bas pehchante hai tumhe.
Par kya tumne andar jhaak ke dekha?
Pucha apne aap se,
Kaha hai manzil, kya janta bhi hai dil?
Bas Musafir hai ek anjaab safar mein.
Koi apna nahi koi gayer nahi.
Kabhi Andhero mein dekho toh, Parchayee bhi kaha sath deti hai?
Apno se kya Shikwa karna jab khud bhi kaha
Tumko pata hai, ke Dil akhir Chahta kya hai?
~ Suranya
I had a dream,
I saw you in it,
Yet I didn't know you.
I kept going back to you.
You kept calling me.
Yet with a name unfamiliar.
I had a dream.
I kept going back to the place
Where it felt like Home.
Yet I had never been there.
I knew the rooms and the lanes
Yet I didn't.
I had a dream.
I was happy.
Content. Secure.
Until I woke uρ.
And wished it was all
I could feel for real.
© Suranya
I like getting to know people. Small talk. Large ideas.
I like getting to know cultures. Traditions. Values.
I like to explore places. New feelings. Experiences. Views.
Then slowly with the liking attachment follows.
A sense of belonging. A right of possession.
A feeling of care. Perhaps, trust?
Questions crop up. Emotions are explored.
There is a certain beauty to all of that.
Getting to know strangers. Falling in love.
While you are on the journey, everything feels magical.
Filmy. Perfect. Flawless.
You are in Love.
And then it begins. Expectations. Jealousy. Ego.
The bubble burst. You are tired of trying.
Drained of emotions.
You choose to walk away, or perhaps towards a person or place.
A new attachment, magic begins once again.
I see all these, and I question.
Are we committed to the idea of love, or just falling in love?
Because once you are in it, we rarely feel the magic anymore.
Strangers to friends to lovers to strangers.
We lose people in between.
What are we actually looking for?
Forever in a life that ends?
Or chasing a feeling of falling in love?
Again and again.
~ Suranya
Na Galat Thi Woh,
Na Galti Kiya Tha Koi
Na Bhagi Thi Wo Koi Yudh Se,
Na Kisiko Bewajah Saza Sunaya Tha
Galti Toh Bas Itni Si Thi Uski,
Pardah Chorke Samne Khadi thi,
Mardo Ke Sath Ladi Thi.
Galti Bas Itna Thi, Ke Ladki Thi Woh
Takt Pe Kaise Baith Gayi?
~ Suranya
