From The Quill

 O Glorious Dream of the Past,  Guide me through this treacherous journey,  Through the maze of this farce society. O Perfect One, of the heart,  Your silences speak more magically  Than words ever could to me;  Enlightening my heart, to reach for you. In the darkness, my hands try to grasp light,  Not knowing that the warmth of it  Can only be felt, not kept,  You are like the Sun,  Burning every minute, to enlighten our days. And I, your patient sunflower,  Hoping to love you from afar. Light years away, still we can see each other,  In illusions of the universe.. If this isn't magic, what is?  Confiding in You,  I found this world fake. All in the mind, what about the soul at stake? Dreams are truer than reality,  Past and future merged in the heart. Death is more sought after than life,  The soul more craved for than mind,  For liberty is where we meet. Confiding in You, in your musing,  I fina...

 She is a bubble of energy. Of craziness and colours. Quirky fashion senses. Childish antics. That often makes you smile. She would be impulsive in nature. With a heart rare to find. She makes you feel the world is about her madness. There is also another side to her. A side that prays like she talks to god. A side that puts others before herself. She is the strength of her loved ones, the peace of his heart. She dresses like she wants. Dares to show her emotions. Sometimes, she is at a loss for words. Sometimes she speaks too much. Sometimes she is hope personified. More often than not, she stands like a pillar of strength for her loved ones in times of desperate need. And at times, a turbulence of emotions. She is at times the perfect wife, mother and daughter. A friend in need. She is the perfect businesswoman in one. Fights with the sword in another. She dances. She sings. She smiles. She cries. Vividly, I visualise her eyes sparkling when she writes. Or perhaps stands at Moti ...

Hold on to Yourself. Let go of others. See what remains. Who stays. Make them special. Not everyone is worth YOU. - Suranya

 Dear Stranger in my dreams,  I have travelled to thoughts extreme,  And places I have never been  In search of You. A key in hand, I have struggled  Through finding its match;  A lock at sight, I lost the key I had. I knew not where to find you  So I waited for you to find me. Time turned tides, my body fails me,  The bridge has collapsed on my side of reality,  Like sand grains falling off the tightened fist,  You slip away in my memory. Your voice fades with each passing day,  Your countenance is a figment of imagination  Before I know it, you aren't you. I know there is no escape.  I know I have to cross the river  Swim across or drown in it  Trying to get back to you. I wait every day, with every breath of life  Just to see your face near me. Enlighten me, O Great One,  You live within me Yet why do you hide yourself? Our souls have roamed through eras,  Decades and ages, names and faces ...

 You wondered why I kept such weird hobbies  Of recording places and people.  I smile often at every conversation  Laughter and song; replayed.  In between the sound of waves.  I hear your voice call my name;  And now that you are gone,  It serves as a gentle reminder  Things are never going to be the same. © Suranya

 Boxes and boxes, heaps of them In different shapes and sizes. Huge ones tagged "Mistakes", "Regrets" Smaller ones "Happiness", in a storehouse called "Mind" Overloaded with time. But the greatest of them remain locked, In one of the thousand rooms. The key hidden; perhaps somewhere in those heaps. No one enters the storehouse anymore. With the fear of being locked and lost. Dust settling in the boxes inside Spiders making their homes. "Regrets" becomes larger; "Happiness" is lost in transit. Then one day, you chance upon this warehouse of chaos. You smell the adventure you seek, And in between the heap, you find a key. Mystery makes your heart race, And you find a puzzle in me. Inside the room, where the key turns, A huge box pulsates, so you are careful with it. Opening the chest, you smile at the treasure. You finally find a heart, alive and beating, One with dreams hope and love, Rare and precious in this pretentious worl...

 Ek vaisakhi woh bhi tha  Jab khushiyon ki nahi  Goliyon ki baarish hui thi. Insaniyat ko marne ke liye  Bandooke chali thi. Na Hindu tha koi na Musalman  Na Sikh na Jain. Jo sath awaze uthi thi. Dusmano ke khilaf ussdin  Bharat ek sath khadi thi. Sunsaan padha aj woh jagah dekho  Chupke aasu bahati. Aj desh k log ek dusre se larr jaate jaate  Unko yaad koi nahi karte. ~ Suranya

History is proof that  Every time you insult Her  The Fire in her destroys you  And the Storm in her,  Destroys your society. - Suranya

 If you haven't made mistakes and blunders That means you haven't ever followed your heart. And that's breathing and surviving. Not living! - Suranya

 O Mountain, how should I describe your beauty? Your soil is brown like her glowing skin. Your flowers make a colourful cover like her jewels. Your greenery is like the silky hair of my Beloved;  Like the dresses she often sews, your lakes shine, Like the eyes of my fair maiden,  You remind in every way of the damsel  Who stole the heart of this weary traveller Who left home, determined to conquer your peak,  And with you, he realises that  He hadn't left her behind after all. For she is there, as much in you as in him  As you gift him a little bit of her in your beauty  Attracting his soul closer to you  Just like she captivated his heart. © Suranya

You have lived like a Wanderer for too long. My Soul is an empty House. Waiting for a Heart that enlightens it. Find your Home in me. ~ Suranya

  Written for TTT Prompt "Swipe left and move on" She was an influencer on Instagram, a blue tick by her name. Day by day with followers, she lost herself in fame. In the facade of social media, she forgot who she was. A pretentious mean girl to one, a pretty angel to another. They saw her as a role model, inspiration, dreamer Little did they know she was as bruised as they were. Back home in the lonely apartment, she was needy and emotional Always seeking validation from the world outside Perhaps that is why her likes and followers mattered. She was a broken heart, a clueless soul discovering life, She could not hold on to people anymore But the lonely apartment was not enough content for the reel. So she decided to go on dates, strangers who saw her not as she was Flawed, underconfident, scared of being judged. A misfit for every relationship in the past. With a perfect face, and an attractive body, She smiled in the mirror. Swiping left to move on from reality until it did...

O Love, why do you test your Lovers? Hide from their sight like Heaven? The Soul knows you are precious The Mind knows you seek patience. O Love, how much do you pain your worshippers? Poets, Bards, Musicians. Passionate Artists searching for muse in you. In their art, you are their religion. Here I am, your ardent student, Whom you often teach about life and things beyond it With each priceless moment that passes by, You grow in my soul, like a flower in a desert; Realisations drench the heart, where you belong. Love, O Love, feelings of boundless desires Of being one with the One, Supreme in nature and imagination. My God, Muse, Inspiration. Words and Ink are my prayer to you Grant me the knowledge I seek. For Love is God and God, Love. What difference do they make to me? You are the absolute being of my existence The true essence of my purpose in this journey. Love, O Faithful Love, You make me happy. For I seek You not in people and places, I find You in abundance within me Like an...

 What is the sky over your head like? Is it the same as mine? Are your trees this green too? Do they turn brown under autumn's blue skies? Are the waters of your pond this calm? Is the grass greener on your side? Are your rains too, as beautiful as mine? Are your villages too often attacked, looted and plundered? Are your homes too unsafe like mine? Then what is it that separates you and me?  Why do they keep saying we are different? Your sufferings are the same as mine. Homeless at home, doubted for our patriotism They keep saying you are the enemy. Once I had hidden for a night in fear, As one of yours entered our village. They said our people did the same To your homes and women. Why did I see his eyes were as bewildered as mine? When will all this stop? Gunshots and plunder? When will we see the open sky again? It's been days since I stepped out. The war never stops, man fights man Carnage happens over caste and creed "Yours is not better than mine." Countries fig...

Some day when my body perishes, my soul is set free and my identify is long forgotten someone may accidentally chance upon my note book. They may perhaps be interested in the torn pages, smudged ink or the handwriting and start deciphering the words. Each page will unveil secrets. Of my heart and mind. Of people and places I don't talk of anymore. Of dreams and hopes lost. Of my idea of life, religion and love. With each line, feelings will be explored. Perhaps judged. Based on the time and situation of the reader, they will easily judge me being right or wrong with my decisions and actions. Or perhaps they will smile at my hope with a lingering feeling of nostalgia about someone else they knew or know. Perhaps they will talk of me with others. Or not. Perhaps they will decide to throw away the notebook as waste. Perhaps it will end up somewhere destroyed and forgotten. When the darkness will descend upon earth after sunset and the stars will appear, they will perhaps realize in th...

 तेरे इश्क़ ने हमारे आंसू को भी मकसद दे दिया। कभी उनको भी बहते हुए शायर बना दिया। ~ Suranya

Akhein bandh karti hoon toh  Yeh raat mujhe le jaati hai tere dwar pe  Jaha meri ruh meri nahi hoti,  Tere ishq mein kurbaan ho jaati hai.  Jaha hawaye baatein karti hai  Aur umeed ke diya jalti hai.  Jaha khushiyaan kahi mere andar hoti hai  Unko bahar nahi dhunti main. Aur pyar tere ehsaas mein hota hai  Tujhe mehsoos karke jee leti hoon main. - Suranya

Every time you stop believing, the Universe will show you something Miraculously Magical to make sure you start believing again as easily as you breathe. ~ Suranya

 What is hell? What is heaven? Everywhere there is "He" What distinguishes Hell and Heaven? It is the perspective from where you see. Right and Wrong, Actions and Reactions Karma, Dharma, Adharma These are limitations of the human mind. He who grants life is the one who takes it, He makes the balance of darkness and light  For he knows without evil, good will not be appreciated. Without sadness, happiness won't be precious. And without pain, love won't be strong. It's you and I who choose sides, Decide and judge our actions by our limitations. While he wishes to maintain the Balance He wishes we would one day understand That it is He who makes every part of the universe. But it is we who turn them into Hell and Heaven, By our actions towards Mother Nature. ~ Suranya

 A little too drunk,  A little too scared  Words mumbled up  Feelings scattered.  Near yet far,  Far yet near,  Is it the heart at play  Or the mind in dismay.  Facing its greatest fear? © Suranya

 They alone become immortal  Who chose the pen over the sword?  They alone are treated as humans  Of soul, flesh and blood.  Those who leave behind Memoirs of Emotions  Than Monuments of Dust. © Suranya