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 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 spiritu...

 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...

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

 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 t...

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 com...

 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. Al...

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 sit...

 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 choo...

 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 impor...

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

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

Mujhe yoon Tumse dur maat karo.  Kisi aur ke kareeb jane ke liye  Tumse door hona manzoor nahi mujhe. - Suranya

 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

 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

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

Badi muddatoh ke baad tujhe yaad kiya humne. Tujhe yaad karke Rab ka ibadat kiya humne. ~ Suranya

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

 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

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

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

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

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

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. 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

 "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 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

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 ...

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

 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...

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

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

 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

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 gam...

 "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 with...

 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

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

 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 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

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 twi...

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

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...

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

  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

 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...

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

 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

 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 ...

 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 ...

 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

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

 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

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

 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 forgo...

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

 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 a...

 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

 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 ...

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

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

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

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

 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

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

 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

 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

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 YourQuote.in

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...

 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

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

 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 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