Sufism

 In popular culture, Sufism is an off branch of Islam because it was initiated by Islamic saints. In reality, it is not only about Islamic influence. Sufism is an amalgamation of many spiritual ideas into one and is a wide perspective beyond one religion or path. It is a way of life through monotheism. Sufism believes in the idea of a personal God; it is a popular saying, " If you don't have a God, find Yours." Your God can be an idea, ideology, path, religion, field of work, place, person, or all of it culminated into one. There is no definite directive to reach God. Like other religious ways, Sufism also has sub-branches, created by the great mystics when they came in contact with different places, cultures and religions. One of the easiest ways of concentration and meditation (the chief practices of spirituality) under the Chishti order is through art and music. Spirituality channels one's faith towards their innermost being, the soul. Sufism is a branch of spirituality that often treats the element of 'God' as one with the self, a lover and a person. This personification of God often leads to the romanticising of him in poems, stories and songs that are now part of the popular culture and literature.

Understanding Love apart from the love for people, attachment, and materialism is difficult. But it is the ultimate Love every soul craves for. Those who say Love is short-term are wrong. Love can never be counted in years. It is eternal. Those who call modern love realistic are wrong. Love is madness. Love is devotion. It is in every poem and music. It is the Muse and the Muser. It is the realm of creativity and imagination. It lives in hearts that worship hope. It was and always will be like a dream, away from the reality of the world. People perish. Love remains. Souls become Love itself. That is the ultimate destination of souls seeking Love. Because Love is the most powerful magic of spirituality.

~ Suranya

Karma

 We have a popular term in the millennial "Karma is a bitch." Now, what is this Karma? Unlike the popular use of the word, in Hinduism, Karma literally translates to "Action". According to science, every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Karma too works like that. Whatever good we do comes back to us in the forms we need it to. And the bad we do takes away from us something which was perhaps precious in some other form. It is a concept of people to take the meaning of "You get what you do" in a literal sense. We do not get what we do back exactly the same way. But every action is accounted for by some reaction in a way. Good Karma and Bad Karma are both equally impactful, and they do not nullify each other. Even when you commit one sin, knowingly, and do a thousand other good deeds later, they never take away your sins. Mistakes, on the other hand, are a human nature. We continue to make mistakes until we get things right and learn our lessons. If a mistake unknowingly leads to wrongdoing, doing what comes at you is often less than what would have been if you were aware and yet indulged in such wrongdoing. Wrong, although it depends on a perspective, can always account for harming other living beings, if not for the food chain or protecting yourself, in any form, physically or mentally or disrespecting them in any form of intolerance. To a mystic, who chooses no religion but the science of the soul, spirituality, nothing in this world comes for free. Our good deeds are always rewarded, and bad deeds are punished. We may forget our actions and blame the reaction on fate, but it is always our own Karma. Hence, a mystic never seeks revenge or hates someone. He knows that the person who hurts another willingly will get his punishment from the Universe.

~ Suranya

Drift

Would you care if I told you we were drifting apart?

Slowly, silently and perhaps effortlessly,

We are moving away from each other.

Would you care if I told you, none of us care? 

That we have grown out of love, 

That once seemed like a dream?

How many days, months or years?

Exactly how long is forever? 

For I had written my forever with you, 

Believed in fairytales like faith, 

Wished upon shooting stars, 

Knowing the sciences.

I had written fate with you, 

Deciding on destiny for us against all odds, 

Naive as I was, not knowing, 

That forever could also be a never,

 And upon fate, even time couldn't write over.

~ Suranya

Travel

 The most popular conception is that travel enriches the soul. It is because the more we explore nature - different places, people, culture, and tradition, the more our vision can be widened. We can find out how even contrasting lifestyles or ideologies can be equally right and how there are endless possibilities in the world. Nature, in no two places on this planet, is exactly the same, and that's where the beauty of the flora and fauna lies. With a wider view, more of a bird's eye view of the world, we can understand how nature, in its completely unique and different qualities, still coexist in harmony without losing their elements. A more spiritual reason to travel would be to explore ourselves and people, and places. We often connect to a place or person more than others in strange ways. And while we travel, we find out our preferences a bit more specifically. While the most popular choices lie between seas and mountains, there is perhaps this one place you feel connected to, in ways and reasons unidentified. We cannot explain why, but our heart and mind have these few places with their culture, flavour, view and experience imprinted on our mind forever, even attracting us back to them once in a while. These certain places with their major elements (i.e. wind, water, earth, fire) can act as the catalyst to grow a wider perspective for our mind and soul or act as an inspiration for our art. We may discover stories otherwise unknown to us, or flavours otherwise untasted. Hence, we often discover our 'It' place for life.

~ Suranya

Today

The blue skies are gone, 

The white clouds have faded into black ones.

Now the vision is blurred in grey hues.

The air is claustrophobic.

We shut the doors and windows to it now.

The rains that once were welcome breath 

Now most harmful even to trees.

Heavens turn to hell in ear-deafening gunshots.

Blood soaks the valleys that once nurtured mystics,

They are now a glory of the past.

Mothers and cubs are killed with promises of protection, 

Forests are cut down for industrialisation.

The birds find no holes for their nests.

Men who build monuments of marble 

It could provide not a tiny gap for these poor creatures.

Those houses on the streets, 

Where wine flows free, and sumptuous food is laid,

Where clothes and houses are status symbols, 

Pictures posted for validation,

Dreams are shallow 

And relationships astray.

Selfish, hated, cruel, intolerant, 

Humanity is breathing its last.

Where is the hope we had in the past? 

Is there a Saviour coming on his white horse?

His thunder-like sword to bolt the evil?

Is his bravery and might enough to protect the balance?

Or the World will die a slow death 

Hoping for a miracle never to be?

~ Suranya

Destiny

 We often hear, "What is meant to be always finds a way." And also "Man makes his own destiny." Now, one may think these are contradictory statements. On one hand, we leave our life on faith, astrology, numerology, palmistry and every other possible way that can determine our future. On the other hand, we find it hard to believe that hard work can't change our destiny. Now, the first statement talks of Fate and the second about Destiny. There is a basic difference between Fate and Destiny. Fate is our destination, where we inevitably reach. The predictions, hence, give us such points in our lives, like stoppages for a bus, where we will reach because of Fate. It is predetermined. But how we reach, which road we take and how hard life is, is in our hands. The journey is made through our thoughts, ideas, decisions and actions. Even the smallest of actions can change our destiny and determine bliss or pain. In a broader perspective, we all have the same destiny. All that lives eventually dies. But the souls live on. And our destiny often decides its journey. It is hence important to balance our materialistic and spiritual sides. If we indulge fully in materialism, it hinders the growth of our soul, and if we incline to spirituality, our comfort in life is at stake. So we need to have a clear view of our lives to make or break our destiny.

~ Suranya

Moments

We learn about Past, Present and Future Tenses in school. What has been, what is, and what will be. What creates moments? The word 'moment' in general refers to a short span of time that one remembers because of the good or bad occurrences that may change one's course of life. Moments of the past create memories, and that in the future, create Dreams. It is the decisions and actions of these moments that define the bigger picture of life. The key is in NOW. We often plan ahead and overthink the scenarios so much that it ruins our present. And when things do not go as planned, we regret the entire planning process we wasted our past time in. Hence, both the present and either the future or the past time are wasted. Materialistic planning, like career, money or property investment, is needed, and these plans often work on calculative measures, but planning our future situations only leads to unwanted expectations and disappointment. We should never overthink scenarios and situations beyond our control because, in these cases, mostly the outcomes involve others. We should be grateful for today, and cherish our now in every moment, so that when we look back on the past, we have wonderful memories and lessons, where we learnt and grew into better souls. 

~ Suranya

Paths

 Suppose we are on a road. We come across a crossroad with many pathways. We all know that if we choose one out of two or more roads, it means we shut out the option of using others. Even if all the paths travel to the same destination, we choose the one best suited for us, preferably short and easy. But the natural beauty and struggles of the other paths remain a mystery to us then. Following any faith blindly without understanding its significance is like following one road and shunning the rest. Spirituality is like the heart of faith. It gives us a broader and more tolerant view of all the paths, like a bird's eye view from where we can see and understand all the paths, their lessons and that all lead us to the same destination, with their own sets of norms and rituals and wonderful scientific reasoning behind each faith. This wider perspective of life makes us choose to learn and be aware without choosing a definite path to follow. Because we know, no matter which path we choose, it all leads to the knowledge of the soul, within us. The key to reaching our destination is to understand the questions our souls ask with our instinct and look for the answers. All the paths are open for us to explore and acknowledge as long as we ask the right questions.

~ Suranya

Questions

 Since we were children, we have asked questions about the unknown. We try and learn everything we do not know. We are eager. The unknown attracts our curiosity. But as we grow up, we develop a fear of being vulnerable, use a mask of ego, of knowing everything under the sun, and refuse to accept that we may not know of something relevant. Hence, we stop asking questions. The most common thought is What are the right questions. The answer is simple. Anything you want to know and understand is the right question. It can be as simple as what colour the wall is or as complex as what a soul is. As long as you ask something because you want to know from within, it is the right question. As long as it is not influenced by ideas of making an impression and asking because people expect you to ask the right question, curiosity is not wrong. That is how a soul grows. It is a mystery that directs us to our fate with instinct. What our instincts make us do is always the right choice or an important lesson. The second thought comes to whom to ask. If we find no one satisfying us with their answers, we know that it's not the answer our soul is actually looking for. Hence, we end up asking the Divinity, hoping for an answer, as a last resort. Once we leave it on the Divine faith, it is actually our inner soul that answers us, with the knowledge it already has in the subconscious through the occurrences, thoughts, decisions or actions that follow the question. Our conscious or subconscious mind knows all the answers to the questions we ask and want to discover.

~ Suranya

Time

 WHEN WE SEE THE PRESENT IN THE FUTURE IT IS ACTUALLY THE PAST.

-SURANYA

Bibliophile

How two people read a book is perhaps the same. How they understand it is always different.

~ Suranya

Tum

Mujhe yoon Tumse dur maat karo. 

Kisi aur ke kareeb jane ke liye 

Tumse door hona manzoor nahi mujhe.

- Suranya

Looking for Heaven

 I went in search of heaven.

I looked across all lands.

Hills, seas, snow-clad peaks, 

Deserts and sand.

I looked across concrete jungles, 

And beautiful ruins of the past.

Heaven was far from sight, 

Sad, I stopped at last.

Then You smiled at my attempts.

Held my hand and took me there.

A room full of mirrors.

Thousands of reflections.

Millions of You and I.

You looked at my tanned skin, 

My weary eyes and bags under them.

Wiser I was, yet not awakened.

You held my hand and whispered with a smile

 "There you go, your heaven."

And I looked in deeper to find 

That You and I were one in them.

And enlightened I was for 

I understood Heaven had been in 

Me all along, 

So were You.

~ Suranya

Imperfect

 Scars. Tan. And dark circles. 

No make-up. No mascara. Frizzy hair. 

No waxing, no manicures. 

She wasn't easily noticeable. 

Her smile was the most carefree one.

Books, notes, scribbles. 

Pen, ink, markers. 

Glasses, magnifiers, notebooks. 

She wasn't a graduate, 

Her knowledge was deep.

Broken, lost, clueless. 

Wandering heart, lonely mind. 

Trusting till it hurt. 

Her relationships were not fruitful. 

She never gave up on Love.

It is not society that defines perfection for us, 

It is we who define perfection for ourselves. 

And confidence is the best form of 

Being perfectly imperfect.

~ Suranya

Musafir

Ae Musafir, 

Mere khwabo ka humsafar hai Tu.

Jab manzil dhund ke thaka yeh dil 

Tabh jaake yoon samjhe hum 

Ke yeh safar toh kabhi 

Manzilo ka tha hi nahi.

Safar tha apne aap se bahar aake 

Khud ko dekhne ki 

Tujh mein kho ke, khud ko dhune ki.

Aur khud ko paake, 

Tere paas aane ki.

Manzil toh safar hi tha mera 

Jisme Tera sath pana tha.

Ab manzil ka kya karna, 

Jab Tera pyar pa liya.

~ Suranya

Yaad

Badi muddatoh ke baad tujhe yaad kiya humne.

Tujhe yaad karke Rab ka ibadat kiya humne.

~ Suranya

You & I

You and I have a border 

Of earthly separation between us. 

To my people, you are a fringe of my imagination 

And I, a flesh and blood reality. 

But somewhere in my heart I know, 

That in some distant parallel universe, 

I am your dream, while you are their reality.

Our love is eternal, 

Beyond these shackles of mind, 

Because apart or together, 

I always feel you within me. 

For I know now 

Bound to society 

And the cycle of time and life, 

People leave, Souls never let go.

~ Suranya

Elixir

 O Beloved, 

What is this intoxication I feel? 

Greater than the mountains, 

Stronger than the wine, 

Is it the elixir of life or the sweet freedom of death?

You are near yet far, 

You are in everything and nothing. 

You are above and below; 

You are in them and in me.

What is this trick you play, O Lover?

This Fakira surrenders her soul to you, 

She is nobody, no identity, 

Just a floating cluster of energy in Your chaos.

You open up with all Your mysteries 

Only when I am ready to drink from your cup, 

Filled with knowledge to quench my thirst for You. 

Unlearning all that I acquired in the journey, 

You light up my path in new realisation. 

Reveal your treasures in front of my eyes, 

And let this Fakira open up to you 

With all that You have left in me, 

Hope, Faith and Love.

~ Suranya

Truth

UNPOPULAR OPINION: TRUTH IS A MATTER OF PERCEPTION.

IT IS NEVER UNIVERSAL OR ULTIMATE.

Truth is a matter of perception. What you call your truth can be different from mine. People say the only truth is Universal Truth. But then, there is a thing called Universal Truth. Because every truth is based on an idea upon which one may agree or disagree.

~ Suranya

Trust

If you are close to me, and you lie on my face, trust me, things will never be the same again. I can smile at you, pretend things are fine, but I will never trust you again.

~ Suranya

Close

 "Sometimes it is difficult times that bring two hearts closer."

- Suranya

Apathy

 "Sometimes it is wrong to assume we understand others pain, until we face it ourselves."

- Suranya

Night

The night is young. Twinkling stars blinking down with hope. Clouds of dreams floating on the Midnight breeze.

Unveiled in the sunlight, the sky is exposed with its own magic of star dust. Tiny fireflies make fairy lights for the forest. The ocean creates waves that dance to the tunes of the rustling leaves. The moon creates a spotlight over their performance tonight. It is time to dream. To feel. To know. That the universe is right here, around us, waiting. For our souls to know, ask and answer questions, it rarely asks the world of reality under the sun.

~ Suranya

I write about Love

I write about Love.

A love I may not feel.

I write about eternity,

But end, I will one day reach.

Scribbles and rantings.

Pen and paper.

Secret dreams. Deeper meanings.

Emotions explored.

In the end, it all joins in a dot.

For I write about worlds.

Known and unknown.

Yours and Mine..

~ Suranya

Fate

 "Sometimes, the biggest battles were fought emotionally, in the four walls of the Harem, yet none knew of their bravery, or spoke of their sacrifices."

- Suranya

You Remind Me of Myself

 You remind me of fireflies,

Your spark, your eyes.

You remind me of stars,

You have the bravery 

To shine in the darkest nights.

You remind me of sunshine.

Bright and hopeful

Like your smile.

That can light up lives.

You remind me of myself.

I found myself while looking for you.

~ Suranya

Awakened

Insomnia is a curse. Sleepless nights and weary days. Endless dreams and possibilities, binding thoughts and confinements. I wanted Sleep to come like a soothing balm to bring some peace to the weary, restless soul. I called upon Sleep hoping to know why each night, as long as the stars shone like a veil over the dark sky, he did not come to me, as I waited upon his arrival, every night, with my eyes fixed at the door and my heart yearning to hear him approach slowly and steadily. Sleep said I don't come to shrouded minds and broken hearts. My magic of healing is of no use to those who want to be awake and see and hear everything around them, not risking missing a single experience of this world. I asked Sleep if it is enough to be awake to know the soul, or if one needs to be awakened. Sleep smiled at me, saying the awakened soul seeks the truth inside. It doesn't need to be awake to see the world and absorb knowledge. Hence enlightened, I try to bring sunshine to my mind and gather the pieces of my broken heart to let my soul seek. Be awakened. Yet sleep.

~ Suranya

Tense

ISN'T THE PAST A DREAM AS IS THE FUTURE?

ISN'T YOUR PLANS YET AN ASPIRATION NOT REALITY?

ISN'T YOUR IMAGINATION YOUR HEALER FROM THE HARSH TRUTHS OF LIFE?

THEN WHY ARE YOU AFRAID OF NIGHTMARES?

WHEN YOU FACE REALITY EVERY DAY?

~ SURANYA

God Made It This Way

 They Say, "God made it this way"

My soul questions their notion.

It says, "How could He teach you to oppress women?

Make a chauvinist society? Who made you address them as He?"

He who treated Her as the Ultimate Creator, Adi Shakti.

Who really decides the rules here? Burn the women in pyres?

For the God I know, breaks the rules himself.

He is devastated at Her funeral.

Who decides what Limits are?

The God I know is Endless within.

How long is forever?

He is Timeless.

How deep should Love be?

His knew no bounds beyond Time.

How is someone good or bad? 

He says that there is both in us.

What is the balance of life?

He teaches us nothing is ideal.

My Soul doesn't agree with your façade of society

That defies the very God they worship.

Maybe I don't fall under your standards of a Devotee.

Maybe He is not as Godly to you as to me.

But I know in my heart,

The society in all its glory is never because

"God made it this way."

Everything is a deed of Man's mind,

Not an act of God.

~ Suranya

True Fiction

Stories are just a way the Universe reminds you that all you believe in exists somewhere.

~ Suranya

Misunderstood

I would rather be myself and be misunderstood than be someone else for people to understand.

- Suranya

Illusions

 No one will ever get to my soul, it is shrouded in darkness

Mystery and secrets. Unreachable Thoughts.

It is Untouched, unlike my body.

Unexploited. Unlike my heart.

It seeks recognition in vain.

If you think you know my soul, think again.

Was it me you knew or perhaps,

Who I wanted you to know?

Are you livid at my words? Scared of how I think?

Did you embrace the Queen of Darkness,

Thinking her to be a damsel in distress?

Did you try to save her, and get entangled

In a turmoil of expectation, greed, lust and revenge?

Did you think she was the Princess of Light?

Of Love, hope and much more?

I laugh at your naivety, it's not my fault.

You believed in things that never existed.

A version of me in your little head.

Illusion is the greatest mantra of magic, they say

And it was you who called Love the greatest Magic

And me, Your Magician.

~ Suranya

A Love Like Ours

The waves crashed onto the sand. Again. And again. She sat there, eyes closed. Inhaling the cool breeze that brushed past her open hair playfully, she watched the waves come at her feet, touch her and leave. The wind whispered undecipherable words in her ears. She saw the wet sand and scribbled her name on it. The waves washed it away in a flash. A smile appeared on her lips. Perhaps like the waves washed away her name, people are also wiped off their existence. It's so strange that sometimes you have to accept that the closest people are not close anymore, and a stranger can be closer than you ever imagined. She got up and brushed off some sand from her dress, and started walking towards the lighthouse in the distance.
People were like these waves. They came and went. As and when needed. Her existence was her only truth. The sole constant. Not even the name stayed forever. She sighed at the ring on her finger. She was not optimistic about Love. It was like these waves. A chase game gone wrong. She had experienced so.
She had heard him call out after her a few times. She didn't feel like stopping or answering. He had huffed and puffed to reach her and started walking beside her, carefully maintaining his distance.
< So, what's the plan?" He broke the silence. She just smiled. He frowned. "Where are we going?" "We... Are going nowhere." There was a certain monotony in her tone.
"But we are." He gestured at them walking. She had narrowed her eyes and stared at him. He'd skipped a heartbeat.
"You know what I was thinking?" She was still staring at the waves, but her words were meant for him.
"What?" He'd frowned.
"Why does the sea never meet the sky?"
umm why?"
"Because we all chase things we can never have, and the sea is busy trying to meet its shores." She Smiled.
"I feel otherwise. " His words made her stare at him and frown. "I feel that the sky and the sea are one.
They don't need to meet in a horizon. The sky paints the sea in its colour. The sea readily reflects him." He was happy with her wide eyes this time. He had successfully impressed the poetess.
"Why should the sea even want the sky?" She smirked. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
"Because the sky can show the sea an entire universe. In all its mystery and magic."
"Magic is an illusion. Short-lasting and a lie." She stared at the sea again as they walked towards the lighthouse. She stopped suddenly.
"We should go back. We have come a long way." She stared at the hotel in the distance.
"We should walk to the lighthouse. Reach the destination we intended to." He had done the bravest thing, held her wrist to drag her. Thankfully, she didn't resist.
"You don't leave anything half done?" She asked with a frown as he let go.
"I try not to. Only..." He had stopped.
"Only?" She raised her eyebrows
"Some things are not meant to be finished. They are better left half done. "
"Like what?"
"Stories." He had smiled. " Short stories have an ending with endless possibilities after that. I like those half-done stories."
"You... Are strange." She concluded.
<Maybe so." He had shrugged.
"You know what I feel like doing?" She looked away.
"What?" He watched her stare at the lighthouse like a child longing for a balloon.
"Climb up to the lighthouse and sit there all day." She smiled like a child. "Imagine I am a seagull."
" Did I ever tell you that you are one of the most fascinating women I've ever met?" He held her wrist again. This time her eyes met his, and he felt nervous.
"No. You didn't. A lot of other people did, though. Also said I am quite lovable. From the way I think and talk. But they all ended up on the other side." Her voice trailed. She smiled sarcastically, "Maybe, you will too."
"Or maybe not." His hand had travelled to her palm, interlocking fingers. She smiled slightly. Or was it a blush? He couldn't tell. She swept off the hair falling on her face with her free hand and smiled.
"There, a few more feet, you will reach your destination, and we can go back."
"Who said I haven't reached my destination?" He smiled, holding her hand tighter. Instinctively, he expected her to let go. Like she had all these days. But today, as her red bangles brushed against his wrist watch, she had smiled. "Now, can we go back, please?" She shook her head.

"I have a poem in my head."

"What's it called?" He had asked.

He had nodded. It didn't escape him how she was not awkward. Or letting go. She had smiled. " A Love like Ours." His heart had skipped a beat. "It's in the sky and the sea." She added. He shook his head as she let go of his hand gently and walked ahead. This was the closest she had gone to confess anything in their four weeks of marriage.

Worth a wait

 "I could have loved you. Only if you waited for me to fall for you. Steadily. Slowly. But without a doubt. We talked of all things wonderful. No one ever told me before that the fireflies in the bushes remind them of fairy lights. I had liked you. Perhaps even thought of giving it a try. But I was slow. And steady. Perhaps cautious of making mistakes. People don't do that nowadays. They rush. To people, jobs and relationships. They can't wait patiently for someone to come to them, say you like them and wait without being pushy for them to like you back. It's not your fault; it's how people are today. I could have perhaps loved you, only if you answered the questions my soul asked; we could have healed each other in ways untold. Love is like a seed that needs patience and nurturing. Without it, the seed will never grow into a tree and give you fruit. The fruits need care and attention. Planting a thousand seeds in the same soil yields not even a single sapling without care. And when I was ready to give you a chance, I found you in someone else's arms, giving them the same hope you once gave me. That makes me wonder, wasn't I worthy of waiting?"

~ Suranya

I Don't Know What Love Is...

 I don't know what love is, but if I ever feel it

It should be once in a lifetime.

No second chances, no moving on, no rebounds.

I don't know what Love is.

People say it's overrated when they are hurt.

People in it believe it's magic.

That toe-curling butterfly feeling when someone looks at you,

Like you are precious and priceless.

I don't know what Love is.

I read about it in books.

Yet every time I look at couples,

I somehow know,

Exactly what love should be and not pretended to be.

I don't know what love is.

But if I ever fall in love,

I want it to be exactly the way I dream of

Everything or nothing.

Love is always a choice, and I want to be chosen.

I don't know about love, but I know it's not lust.

Not dates, gifts or desires to possess.

Love is more than words and praises,

False Promises and Vows.

In this world of right and left swipes,

I doubt that anyone actually knows

What Love Is.

~ Suranya

The Magician

You make Tiny little fireflies 

Flash like fairy lights in the bushes.

And stars form a veil of glitter on the sky, 

You make the moon create silver ripples on the sea

You are where poetry meets music 

And musing meets words, 

Where solitary nights are the happiest, 

And dreams merge with reality.

Where the gentle breeze breaks the silence, I see You there.

You light up my world with your magic. 

But I call your greatest magic Love.

~ Suranya

Missing

 How do you miss a feeling you never had?

Like the warmth of their hand in yours, 

Even when all you can touch are cold screens.

Like their heart beat in your ears, 

When you don't know what it sounds like?

The lingering touch of their lips on your skin, 

Their eyes meet yours for the first time?

How do you miss a home you never had?

It only exists in your imagination,

The maybes and should-bes of love.

Like some formula with theoretical exceptions.

~ Suranya

Time

Time moves unstoppable like a stream. It leaves behind a lot. Names, battles, and scars. It leaves behind walls, the bricks of which speak of bravery, honour and sacrifice. It leaves behind temples that are houses of hope and faith. Time leaves behind everything except emotions untold and uncherished before it's too late.

~ Suranya

Meeting With Destiny

She frowned eagerly as something reached her hand

A dried seed, she stared in awe.

Across the river, there was a crowd

The man in meditation wore garlands of it.

Who was He?

Long locks, falling over his shoulder, his body smeared in ashes,

A face so calm and expressionless, almost like a foreigner to feelings

He seemed to come from beyond the mountains.

Tribal attire, posture of glow and grace

She stared mesmerised at his face.

He looked up at the delicate one, who dared to chant His name

At the palace that treated him like a nomad, he was now God.

She chanted His name like she owned Him; a shiver ran down His spine. 

Young and gentle, in meditation; she was a princess so divine.

Rich clothes, materialistic life, she was brave enough to look beyond

Her warrior-heart chose Him.

He taught her soul searching, she sought her purpose in life,

He smiled in composure and hidden pain for The Timeless knew the future.

Even He was not beyond Fate, still He called her His.

Love was such a twist of destiny, it turned God into Devotee.

A wanderer into a household, strong was its magic

Even the ones beyond emotion were not devoid of Love.

She was his purpose. He hers. Souls answered.

~ Suranya

Masked?

WHY DO YOU FEAR UNMASKING YOUR TRUE SELF? IS IT THE FEAR OF VULNERABILITY OR THE ANTICIPATION OF NOT STANDING UP TO EXPECTATIONS?

~ Suranya

Questions

How can I make people believe in something

If I don't see it myself?

How can I make people have faith, in the purest form of Love

When it seems absent around me?

I fold my hands in prayer before you,

"Show me a way, to make my purposes true."

You smile at me, in your calmness

A moment of silence passes by,

I stare with bated breath waiting,

A question comes to mind.

Was I being too selfish here? 

Was I asking for things beyond my fate?

My devotion to You was never selfish, I took pride in my faith.

The silence broke in a very usual way, with a notification pop on my phone.

I finish my prayers, hoping You would answer me, 

With all the trust I have in You.

With that, I checked my phone.

Someone had asked me an eager question,

What was the love You shared with Her like?

It did not last, yet again You found Her

For eternity and beyond.

There was a sudden shiver down my spine,

I smiled in realisation, knowing that was You.

Of course, what I believe in exists, maybe not around me.

But in the frame that You shared with Her, in You and in Me.

~ Suranya

(13.09.2018)

Yeh Ishq Nahi Asaan

Patta patta boota boota kehti hai dastaan Ishq ki, 

Kahi ek Ranjha bana firta apne Heer k liye Fakir, 

Kahi Sahiba karti intezar Mirza ke ghore ki, 

Aur kahi kisi dur Laila ko dhundte huye 

Khud hi Ishq bann jaata uska Majnun Qais.

Din badalte, dunia badal jaati,

Hazaro jung mein hazaro jaan hai jaati,

Phir bhi yeh dunia yaad toh rakhta

Sirf ishq mein khoye unn saheedo ko,

Yeh dunia hi jinhe alag kar deti.

~ Suranya

Hidden Love

 You are my story,
Hidden between the lines
Words too small for feelings,
In every song and tale,
In every lyric and poem,
In every quote and dream.
You are my story,
Imperfect, unworldly and complicated.
Yet one I read again and again.
At the end of it, I know.
Yet in the beginning, I yearn.
You are my story.
Yet sometimes you just
Make me wonder,
Am I yours, too?

~ Suranya

Your Home

 I walk the path unknown, I wait from dawn to dusk.

Looking at the horizon with eager eyes.

You rode away once to fulfil your purpose.

You promised me love, the one love I waited for

The kind that changed the world, beyond this lifetime.

You were so different yet so similar, a mystery yet familiar,

The Light in my Darkness of Life.

You are my God, I, Your humble Devotee,

You are Love, I, your faithful Lover.

You called me the muse to your Music,

I danced to the tune of your flute.

Years turned to decades, and I waited for you with hope,

My eyes fixed on the horizon, hearing your lore.

I hear You made a home of palaces and cities of your own.

I hear You battled in wars; ran away from some unscathed.

I prayed every day for You.

But I wonder, in my own grief and loneliness at times,

Do you ever want to know my wishes?

I wished to have a corner of your heart to myself.

I wish we could tell the world about Love,

How a simple woman my age, could fall for the cowherd boy.

How Love bloomed in Vrindavan when we met

How fate entwined in mysticism,

Our souls recognised each other with no regrets.

I wish I was right there, beside you on a swing

You would have made it just for me.

I wish I could wear the Vermillion every day,

In Your Name, instead of his.

I smile at my despair; I have lost all hope.

Love is so much pain; Your Radha can no longer cope.

Perhaps in the next life, or the one after,

We will meet again in different fate and names,

And I can call you mine, yet people remember,

"There was once a Radha, 

On the bank of the Yamuna,

Who lived and died for Love."

I decided to end this life of Sin. I pray you remember me.

I want to separate from this agony that engulfs me.

No desires hold me back any longer, 

I have broken the shackles of Maya

But for once, just for once, before my leap of faith

I wish, O Beloved, I wish so much,

That I was the One,

You called your Home.

~ Suranya

Love

Every time I try to love someone, I will end up falling in Love with you, all over again!

- Suranya

Overthinker

 Stop thinking please, dear Heart, 

Dreadful nights, please don't start! 

Remembering things, unsure and obnoxious. 

What are you doing with choices so obvious? 

Doubts and reasons, shroud restless 

Almost like a suffocating knot Around the neck.

Breathe uneasy, struggle to find balance.

Compliments and flattery, 

Attachments, all a treason! 

Why doesn't the night end? 

Sleep doesn't come anymore. 

Alone, anxious, confused and disturbed, 

The Mind makes the Heart perturbed.

~ SURANYA

Coming Back To You

 She burnt in rage, the fire engulfed her soul.

Her body was ablaze, with the guilt that broke

An audience stood in awe, as the smoke rose.

Cries and wails of her mother and sisters

The soul formed a shape, with a thousand hands

Three eyes shining, vermillion fiery red

Everyone froze as her calm face spoke

In a voice of power, echoing cold and wise,

"Maybe in another life, in another time,

I will have the strength to fight for you

To be fit for you, to complete us."

She lay lifeless as everyone gasped.

Her voice reached his ears, enraged he stood

Losing Himself in love and loss

The dance of destruction burnt His heart.

Years passed by and a sixteen-year-old,

Stood in front of a Yogi, wise and old

One who had lost His worldly longings

She folded her hands, pleading:

"Accept me for who I am and You will see,

I am strong enough to hold on,

To fight for us, to choose you against all odds."

He opened His eyes, and His heart skipped a beat,

For before Him stood, the wife He lost and grieved.

He was Timeless, yet Time played its trick,

Fulfilling Her vows, was His Sati as Parvati.

~ Suranya

The Braveheart

 She was shocked, speechless and aghast,

At the revelations happening before her.

In the forest, she once called home, 

She was left abandoned.

He, who once held her hand, 

Vowed to love and protect her

Left her homeless, without words, in despair.

His silence spoke a thousand truths

Which were disguised lies.

His blood in her womb, she thought he cared

But her love had failed, her heart shattered.

Sad and dejected, she built a cocoon

Calling it home, she nurtured her womb.

He who once fought the world for her,

Could not fight his own.

Her hands pained from holding on,

Year after year of waiting on,

Hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

But now she waited no longer.

The Daughter of the Earth, 

Warrior heart of Mithila,

Decided to be brave again.

He was now King, her husband was a past.

A queen in her hermitage, 

follow Dharma, she must.

She taught her children his deeds, 

All wonderful and brave,

She taught them

Dignity was greater

Than love and faith.

She saw them grow up, singing his praises

Not knowing who he truly was.

The war between father and sons forced her to intervene.

She smiled, hurt at the King she did not know.

He was alone, yet she had lost her hope.

He who had once been her soul was not brave enough for her

Standing before her, hands folded in silence

Yet with very little to apologise for.

Karma made him follow his Dharma, he said

She smiled in forgiveness, tears and closure.

What was she expecting? The flickering hope was long dead.

She called upon her Mother Earth, invoking her in prayers

To perish within her with all her pain,

Finally being free from despair.

Her character questioned, her trust shaken,

She had no reason to live in this society longer.

He now understood what he had lost, 

Was it more than the crown and its duty?

Perhaps, because he never realised until now,

She lived and died with grace, self-esteem and pride,

Holding on to their love, 

But letting go of him.

~ Suranya

Pride Tribe

 A storm lashes outside,

Of change and acceptance.

Another lurks in my heart,

In hope, love and joy.

Windows of every heart open.

Today, the soil welcomes the downpour.

Not denying the rebellion any longer.

The Gale whispers of new Freedom.

Finally, the doors of the mind are ajar,

With a tiny lamp of Hope flickering

In the strong wind of resistance.

Equality is not a myth,

Justice prevails after every war

And Nature celebrates the Natural.

In a destructive dance of ultimate rebellion

The thunder screams for all of us,

"Accept me for who I am."

~ Suranya

Artist

Giving up on passion is easy, giving in to the world is unchallenging, and shackling your dreams with reality is expected.

Believing the impossible makes it worth living. Calling out to your souls with questions, digging for their enlightenment answers is the ultimate goal of life.

Following your heart to your own world is what makes you who you are. Making others believe in your belief is the dream of an artist.

- Suranya

Majnun

 Your glimpse makes my eyes feel blessed,

As it beholds Your beauty a little longer,

Captures Your image in my head

And lets me survive one more day.

In the world, I create around You

I am the lone Warrior, the sole Martyr

The King to Your Queen.

Our Abode is a source of Eternal Happiness.

Reality doesn't ruin dreams there,

You are my Reason and Muse.

I write Poetry, sing them to You

Like prayers to the Beloved.

Unlike this world, no ties bind us

Unlike them, you don't deny me for who I am.

For You are the destination of my wandering heart

The Answer to all my questions.

Since eternity You and I have been One

You see my adoration, call it love

But for those who don't understand

My Love is Madness.

~ Suranya

Princess

Losing homes to battles.

Children to politics. 

Power to ambitions. 

Life to silences. 

Love to rule. 

And freedom to egos. 

And you assumed 

Being a Princess costs nothing.

- Suranya

Guiding Star

 In pursuit of my purpose in life,

I look for your kindred spirit.

Like a lost bird searching for its nest

In an unsettling tempest.

You reside in my heart. 

In ways undeciphered, 

Making it the sacred shrine. 

I worship it as I adore You. 

Like a Devotee in love.

My heart went astray, 

My Soul became Yours. 

I knew not when you became my guiding strength.

My heart was astray, my soul yours.

I am now transformed.

Awakened, I smile as I look up at the stars

Like a Pole Star does not let a vessel sink,

You guide me through Life

In the quest to conquer all answers I seek,

You taught me to look within myself.

Hence, my soul was purified and transformed 

Like Paradise in Your presence. 

For You guided my Spirit 

Like a Polestar does, 

To stranded Vessels. 

But the Quest for my soul, 

To feel you around, 

Kept me awake until it dawned;

Awakened, I smile, for now I realise 

I looked everywhere for You. 

But I forgot to search within me. 

The answers to all questions. 

Your presence and existence, 

Was always in me, where 

You truly belong.

~ Suranya

Loop

What you see as brick and stone ruins tells tales of glory and grace of Kings who rode on steeds to battle, of Queens whose voice echoed in temples, of children whose giggles got lost in the cries of Jauhar. You see the soot walls, I see the pain and sacrifice. I hear them speak with the wind, feel goosebumps. Souls wandering through the corridors of the past. Someday, somewhere, their story is relived in the present or future. Because no matter how many lessons of bloodshed and cruelty History gives us, we always repeat our mistakes. And hence, History stands witness to mankind going around in a loop.

~ Suranya

Flawed

 They come and go with reasons and blame, justified and unjustified.

Some like the autumn rains, some like cyclones, slowly or all at once.

Some stay longer in the darkness of night, tears of remembrance.

But every time it is she who gets left behind in a relationship,

Empty, broken and with nothing more to offer.

She thought she had given her heart to one, her body to another,

Her charm attracted one, her words impressed others,

Was she the one with flaws? Her heart failed to answer her despair.

Everyone had their reasons, she wished she had one.

Putting on her red lipstick, her dress hung around her long boots,

Her heavy makeup made her feel pretty, a perfect disguise for sadness.

She bought herself dinner, danced to her favourite tune,

She took herself out for a long walk, while it rained that monsoon.

The droplets washed away her makeup, revealing her blemishes and scars

She smiled without a care, her boots tapping on the gravel until she heard

A squirmer.

Alarmed, she looked around, at the sound between the dustbins

There soaked and shivering, laid a puppy, scared and alone.

Wrapped in a jacket, she took him home, and it licked thankfully.

Smiling, she realised she found someone, who loved to not leave.

Soulmates, she laughed at the world, perfect in books and movies.

What was more of unconditional love than someone, wagging his tail like this?

~ Suranya

Scar

 I named my diary 

"Thoughts I could not say aloud" 

It makes sense, doesn't it? 

Especially when you seek validation 

And never speak your mind. 

Afraid of being ousted and rejected.

The scars that form on the ink 

Bloated in my teardrops 

Perhaps represents the hurt 

People can never see on my skin.

But someday, years after I'm gone 

Someone will find these pages

Read them like a book 

And know every word 

That I screamed into my pillow 

In regret, agony and tears.

~ Suranya

Sarhaad

 Kyun hai akhir yeh sarhadein 

Humko juda karti huye? 

Jab ke hum hai toh wohi 

Jo sath larre thee, 

Apno ke liye aasu bahaye thee. 

Jab ki hum aur tum

Ek sath hi toh azaad huye thee.

Akhir kyun hai yeh sarhadein

Humko juda karti huye? 

Jab ke humare itihas ke panne ek hai 

Har sarak ek hai har sheher ek hai. 

Jab ki har ek khaane ke swaad mein, 

Kapre ke rang mein 

Aur jagah ke ehsaas mein 

Hum aur tum ek jaise hi toh hai.

Todh do yeh sarhadein 

Jaha har waqt tumhara aur mera 

Koi bhai larta rehta hai 

Desh ke naam pe kurbani deta rehta hai.

Todh do yeh deeware 

Jo kabhi koi Veer aur Zaara ko Milne nahi deti.

Jab ke uss paar koi sheher mein

Ranjha Heer le dastaan batata koi ashiq,

Iss paar kisi gaon mein 

Mirza Sahiba ke kahani

Sunata koi premi; 

Kahani toh humari akhir ek hi hai 

Bas tum aur main do desh bann gaye 

Naam alag bhes alag 

Par akhir ruh toh humara ek hi hai.

Kahi yaha ke lori ka dhun 

Mil jaati hai usspar ki dhun se. 

Kahi iss par ka baarish bhiga deti 

Uss paar ki mitti ko.

Pyar se kyun nahi ek ho sakta yeh duniya humari?

Kyun bichre hum aur tum? 

Insaano ki iss bhir mein.

© Suranya

Star

Once upon a time, in a land of Dreams, I was on a cloud. Travelling like Aladdin on his magic carpet. The stars were like little fireballs, and the birds like horses in the sky. I stopped by the moon to collect moon dust. And sprinkled some on myself. And in the darkest night, the moon dust sparkled on me, making a child far, far beneath the clouds, sitting at a windowsill still sad, stare up with hope, and wish upon the falling star, calling it his wish-granting shooting star, as I fly across the night sky, on the carpet of clouds.

- Suranya

Mon Kharap

আজ শহর ভিজছে এই বৃষ্টি তে। আমার মনে আজ সোঁদা মাটির গন্ধ, অনেক স্মৃতি অনেক আশার বৃষ্টি। বৃষ্টি ভেজা শহর যখন আপ্লুত, আমার মন খারাপ এর খবর কে রাখে?

~ Suranya

Person

You need a home to return to. After every Battle of Life. It is wise if it is a Person Instead of a Place.

- Suranya

Plan

Even if it doesn't go exactly like we plan, Things always falls into place. That's the magic of Life.

- Suranya

Ego

 It's so often in this society that a man's ego feeds on the dreams, desires and self-esteem of a woman. Often, a proud woman is looked upon as a potential threat by the chauvinist society. And they stop not until her dreams and desires are chained. More often, her self-confidence was broken with terms like 'too outgoing', 'too bossy', 'too modern' and most commonly 'characterless'. Drinking, smoking, and any addiction are as bad for a man's health as that of a woman's. Yet, women smoking has become a topic to talk about. More disturbingly, it is women who stand against women for men. Whereas united, a lot of exploitation can be curbed. Most women still feel they need a knight in shining armour to save them, because men make them believe it is impossible to be the knight themselves in a male-driven society. A woman with pride thus often hurts Male Egos.

~ Suranya

The Chase

Like a free-floating cloud 

You soar higher and higher 

Desiring to touch the sky.

Alas! The illusion seems far away 

No matter how many miles you cover. 

The thirst remains strong 

The stubborn mind refuses to quit. 

The heart remains ignited 

To reach the destination. 

Alas, in the chase, 

Where you could have a thousand possibilities 

And a million reasons to smile 

A path to discover your soul 

All you do is 

Forget to enjoy the journey.

~ Suranya

Monsoon Love

 My heart is wild and in a frenzy

Like the sudden spell of rain

That makes a peacock dance.

For I see you then, O Lover of Love.

In the midst of grey clouds and ray of sunshine

Peeping through them, rebelling in the sky.

I see you in the soaking earth,

The petrichor of memories.

I see you in murky puddles,

A rare rainbow we barely see.

And in the raindrop hitting the panes

Making art and music.

The monsoon arrives in all its glory

And with each droplet, curving its way

Like a waterfall, down my skin

I feel You in my soul.

Drenching me in Your love.

~ Suranya

Rendezvous Tonight

 You and I often meet 

Where the night meets the morning, 

You enlighten my darkness 

With your ray of hope; 

And I wake from my slumber 

Of unawareness.

Your consciousness plays in my subconscious, 

I hold on to you 

Like the wind tries to hold on 

To sand in the desert in vain.

I feel you near me 

Till the nights disappear into mornings; 

And you slip away slowly, 

Like the stars fading into blue.

I wake up with 

A feeling of emptiness in my heart 

And longing in my soul, 

Until I see you again in my dreams 

When the darkness engulfs. 

And silence reigns in the heart.

~ Suranya

Yodha

Kahi dur sarhad paar, 

Koi jaag ke baitha hai, 

Taaki hum chain se so sake.

Kahi dur koi unjaan gaon mein 

Ek dulhaan aas ki diye liye baithi hai, 

Ke uska suhag ghar laut aye.

Kahi koi sheher mein 

Bacche intezaar mein hai 

Ke papa laut aye.

Kahi koi ma suna achal se 

Aasu poch leti hai.

Koi sarhad paar gaya hai, 

Apna tiranga lehrane.

~ Suranya

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Kahaniyaan

I

 Tum Kabhi Mile Nahi Hume

Dhund Dhundke Aakhein Thak Gayi Humari.

Tum Jaise Ho Bhi, Aur Nahi Bhi.

Tum Umeed Ho Aur Dard Bhi.

Aasoon Ho Aur Muskaan Bhi.

Tum Kabhi Mile Nahi Hume,

Bas Tumhara Ehsaas Hi Raha Hamesha.

Jo Chukar Gizar Jaati Hume.

Ye Yaad Dilata Ke Hum Dono

Ek Kahani Bhi Ho Sakta Hai.

Ye Zindagi Akhir Ek Kahani Hi Toh Hai.

Tumko Sochke Kahaniyaan Bunte Hum.

Phir Ekdin Aisa Hua Ke

Tumse Zyada Humari Kahaniyon Se Pyar Ho Gaya Hume.

Har Jagah Bas Humari Kahani Dhundne Lage Hum.

Rishton Mein, Logon Mein, Gaano Mein...

Duniya Dhund Liya Tabh Yaad Aaya

Apne Dil Mein Jhakna Bhul Gaye Hum.

Waha Dastak Deke Dekha Toh,

Ehsaas Yoon Hua Ke,

Tum Milo Naa Milo

Hume Humari Kahani Mil Gayi.

II

Kabhi Jab Sawaan Ki Pehli Baarish

Meri Balcony Ko Chukar Jaati Thi

Tum Bhi Chad Pe Bheeg Liya Karte Hoge.

Subah Ki Pehli Kiran Aur Raat Ka Pehla Tara

Aksar Mujhe Tumhare Kareeb Hone Ka Ehsaas Deti Hai.

Aur Hawa Yoon Kirno Se Milti

Jaise Tumhara Ehsaas Mere Saason Mein Samaya Ho.

Main Aur Tum Bhi Kabhi Ek Kahani Huwa Karte Thee

Yaad Hai Woh Sapne, Jo Hum Dekha Karte Thee?

Tere Sath Hone Ke Dua Mang Liya Karte Thee.

Tum Aur Main Kahi Kho Gaye,

Samay Ke Sath Maano Kharch Ho Gaye.

Hum Pehle Jaise Nahi Rahe Par Dekho,

Kitaabo Ke Panno Mein Amar

Humari Kahani Reh Gayi.

III

Main Aur Tum Kabhi Jis Kahani Ka Hissa Huwa Karte Thee,

Kabhi Ek Kahani Aisi Bhi Thi Humari

Jaha Beet Jaati Thi Sadiyaan Intezaar Mein

Din, Mahine, Saal Ke Bahane

Dhundla Jaati Thi Kahi Khiza Mein

Humari Adhoori Kahani.

Tum Aur Hum Jab Mile Thee,

Aisa Laga, Maano Pehli Barkha Ki Mor Jaise

Naach Utha Tha Dil.

Woh Samah Mein Jaise Jalte Diye,

Waise Jalte Hum Ehsaas Mein.

Phir Sahil Ke Raeth Jaise Tum Phisal Jaate Thee;

Jaise Boond Ho Baarish Ka Ya Intezaar Milne Ka

Waise Hi Humari Akhein Dur Takti Hai

Jab Tak Dhul Uraake, Nagada Bajake Tum Wapas Naa Ao.

Kahani Ka Shurwaad Tha Wo

Aur Khatam Uss din Hua, Jab Ye Akhein Bundo Ki Baarish Kiya

Tum Toh Naa Aaye, Par Tumhare Sandese Ne Dil Todh Diya.

~ Suranya

Wild Heart

 Wreaths of Rhododendrons, smell of Jasmine,

Rose petal sprinklers, Tube rose perfumes

But the sweetest smell was still

That of your painted hands in mine.

A merriment in court, drums and dancers

Yet the most beautiful music maker

Is the anklets that twinkle in your feet.

A palace of marbles, a fort conquered

But the most beautiful home,

Remains your open courtyard.

A royal title, a guard of honour,

Your letters are still my greatest rewards.

A rule laid, fate intervened

The heart remains a rebel at war,

I paint your pictures on my walls.

A gust of wind travels across the land

Over the desert and into the plains,

It brings a tint of dust from your garden to me.

I know my heart is transformed, the soul bound to you

Against the society and its norms

For eternity and beyond.

Wild and untamed, Love knows no bounds,

No borders or faith, titles or decorum.

It belongs to you, your smile, your touch.

You made me a rebel for life

In a rebellion for love.

~ Suranya

His First Rebellion

The news had spread like wildfire. The crown prince did what his people never thought he would. He had rebelled against his incompetent father. Not for the kingdom or the power. But for a girl. He had stood against the family he had never raised his voice against. For the Samant Putri. When the biggest of states wanted an alliance with him, he chose to love a girl who touched his soul like no other. The boundaries of class and status meant nothing to him. He had treated her as an equal. While some expressed disgust at his sudden change of attitude, blaming the girl, some witnessed the warrior in love. Some saw a strong, opinionated leader being born. His mother smiled, knowing her love had done what the mother always wanted. Taught her son to rebel for the right reasons. Perhaps she was the path to his glory. The direction of his success. She was his first rebellion. Love, his first reason. Not the last.

~ Suranya

Shackles

 There can be days when the weight of your past mistakes, scars and insecurities shackles you down in doubts. The chain is heavy, and you are uncertain. About yourself. Your choices. And life altogether.

It is then that you must remind yourself that the sun burns itself to shine the brightest. And bruises make a warrior stronger. Rise like a Phoenix from the fire of uncertainties. And know that you are unique. That's why you are here. Not to please anybody. But to live and gather experiences. For your soul to grow.

~ Suranya

Tonight

 Tonight let the moon shine,

Let the wind speak to my soul.

Let it take me to Your realms

In Your embrace.

Where You and I are One,

Love reigns in Your Abode.

Be the reality of my dreams,

Even if the bliss is temporary, short-lived.

Happiness is also fleeting, isn't it?

Tonight, be my happiness,

Let me find the Love I crave in You.

Tonight, let's unite in the darkness

In Your Light of Love.

~ Suranya