From The Quill

The Soul knows what it seeks,  The Mind appears lost in its journey. The map is with the Heart. It knows what to follow. Where to go. To find You. Be You. Riding on the fire of Pain, Dreams become my Sword. Hope becomes my Spear. Belief is my Arrows. Ink is my Blood. The Battle with Reality is hard. I rise like a Phoenix, A warrior of Life. A crusader of Love. ~ Suranya

 "Kahi itihas pukarti hai suno. Dastaan unka batane ko, Jo kabhi yaha muskuraya karte thee. Jinka payal, yaha prem se lori sunaya karti thi. Aur aj yeh sab viraan hai. Kho gaye koi jauhar k aahuti mein Ya fir yudh ke maidan o mein. " ~ Suranya

I was a lost soul. With you, I found direction. You don't chance upon inspirations every day. Neither do they stay and live beyond a certain age or time. But when they do, they transform your soul. In ways perhaps unearthly and unexplainable. They make you reach realms otherwise unreachable. Through your dreams and imagination. Music, art or words. I let my mind float to meet your soul beyond the facade of worldly ways. They say I'm an insomniac. Perhaps because in the darkest nights I find you nearest to me, whispering realisations. And slowly, secretly, you become the God of my heart. You made me meet myself, my purposes and realisations. Through you, I saw a reflection of myself, like you were the mirror. And I, only an illusion in this world.

 In the midst of War, Bloodshed and Violence, Your Chivalry preached Love. A Love that stirred many more The Love for Motherland. ~ Suranya

My skin will be wrinkled. My body scarred. My mind will be spoiled My heart can stray. Then there is my soul. Divine and immortal. It can believe in Love,  Beyond the body, mind and heart  Even if the world says not to. ~ Suranya

 Fools are Judgemental and Intolerant. Wise ones know that Even a coin has two different sides. - Suranya -

Her eyes stared in melancholy at him at a distance. He had ordered them to leave. It was not safe anymore at the fort or the villages nearby. The troops have witnessed rapid army movement. A war was inevitable. Just to make sure his family was safe, he had ordered his wife, Queens and children to move to Avadgarh with some trusted officials. It was time for they to leave with the rest of the villagers being evacuated from their homes. Her eyes fell on an old man wiping tears as he moved out of his house, and touched the soil to his forehead. She had seen it before, yet today, she felt like the losses were too personal. She walked up to him, standing in front of his tent, in silence. "Is this really needed... I..." "We have discussed this once, Maharani." His voice of decorum rang a bell in her mind. They were in the public eye. It was the king of Mewar she was talking to. Not her friend. Or her husband. Not someone she can force to let her stay. They had argued over...

To the man I call my father, Remember how you complained about Maasa having an opinion of her own? Remember all those times you came home drunk? Or abused Maasa? I hid behind the door and watched you, horrified. I had silently caressed her bruises. She had smiled, hiding tears. Remember all those school functions you missed? All the awards of mine you broke in your fit of rage, mixed with the intoxication of whatever you took? And all the time you cursed me because I did Mom's house chores? How you taunted, I will end up being a house husband. How you taunted, my career decision. All the criticism you have had when I raised my voice against marital rape? Was that your encouragement? I am obliged. All the time, I had been jealous of my friends who had fathers like friends. Often, I read quotes on how a girl wants a guy like her father. And I shudder at the mere idea of it. I don't want that for Munni. She is just like Maasa, warm and gentle. You made me hate men, being a man mys...

 Her eyes. Her deep, dark brown eyes convey more than what you could put into words. And you know that, don't you? And you know how your smile made her heart skip a beat. But what did you do? You saw her scars. You judged them. You saw her fake smile. The concealer and bruises. Believed everything to be true. But you saw the way she looked at you while you explained unrealistic dreams? And you remember her doubting you or your thoughts once? That, my friend, was her faith and love. But what did you do? All you knew and saw were the flaws. You drove her away. Shunned her for things beyond her control. Like she was cursed for life. Counted all of her mistakes as her sin. You know what her greatest mistake was? Loving you for who you were. But in all your flaws, she found perfectness. That was not you. That was love, her idea of love. It was her escape. Her dream. Her trust. You lost it all. The tinted glass came off after a while. You wanted to strip her soul of her Belief. And treat...

आज चंद देखो कितना हसीन है।  पर उससे भी हसीन तेरा इश्क़ है।  आज हर दुआ में जैसे फरिस्ते हमपे मुस्का रहे है।  पर उन्हें क्या पता, तुझसे ना मलने की तरप मैं भी एक खुशी है। तू वजूद है मेरा, तू ही मैनसिल हैं।  तेरी एहसास में ही तो तेरी फकीरा की जन्नत है। ~ Suranya

 Aj Chand dekho kitna haseen hai,  Par usse bhi haseen tera ishq hai.  Aj har dua mein jaise  Farishtey humpe muskura rahe hai,  Par unhe kya pata tujhe na milne ki  Tarap mein bhi ek khushi hai. Tu wajood hai mera, tu hi manzil hai,  Tere ehsaas mein hi toh  Teri Fakira ki Jannat hai. - Suranya

Alas! Who can fight with Fate? Not the bravest hearts  Or the finest soldiers. Neither the lovers nor Love. ~ Suranya

 I often wonder who my God is. Is it Love, the whole essence of it? ~ Suranya