From The Quill

 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

There is always Light at the end of the Tunnel. Whether you dare to go through Darkness for that Light or not is a Question. Whether you live through all the tests of life is your Choice. You are who you choose to be. Life is all about these Choices. Whether to jump into the uncertainties and take risks to live your dreams. Or to sit back with a mind full of "What if"s... ~ Suranya

When the moon shines on the waters of the Jal Mahal, in the silence of the night, it sighs. Perhaps thousands of full moons ago, even the moon was jealous when Rani Padmavati used to dress up in her grandeur in the Jal Mahal, which her husband had dedicated to her. Perhaps in her laughter, even the raindrops felt jealous. The moon peeps upon the Meera Kanha Temple. Perhaps on full moon nights like this, the saint poetess danced to the songs to her beloved. Today, the courtyard of the temple remains empty. The moon shines upon the Kumbha Mahal. Where, perhaps on one such moon-lit night in her simple giggles and laughter, a teenager Kunwar Pratap had found home in his beloved Ajabdeh Baisa. Today, the moon shines on Chittorgarh. Silent. With memories. And yet the ruins look as beautiful as did the grand palaces once upon a time... ~ Suranya

 I see the night break into dawn every day, The shadows disappear into light; I lose my grip on reality again Intoxicated with the wine of desire. I lose You as the stars fade one by one, The blue illusion appears clearer, The wind doesn't whisper your stories anymore Till the sun burns into moonlight tonight. Decades have turned into eras, Bodies and identities transformed. Yet my thirst for Love remains, I wait for a path of enlightenment To meet Your soul somewhere. My soul burns in the flame of Love Waiting for You to show the way. Tonight I feel You in me Your Sahiba-E-Dil summons You. After decades of unfulfilled dreams and desires Tonight I rise from the ashes of pain, Like a phoenix brave enough to fly. Tonight under the stars, I choose to give my love a name, A path of hope and light I dare to call it Devotion And myself Your ardent devotee. O Deity of my Heart, Beloved of the shrine in my heartbeat Without You, I am a mere slave in love; With You upon the throne of my Sou...

I can love you, but I can't be in love with you. Confused? Well, that's the thing about me. I can muse on you like you are my world Compare you to a boundless sky Or perhaps the deepest forestland. Then, bored by the same I can forget you Like a trail of unpleasant memories. I can pretend you are perfect, glorify your goodness. You may be compelled to think you are the best thing That ever happened to me. Or perhaps I don't deserve better. That's the thing about me. But in my head, in the secret vivid list, I count on. I counted your mistakes, and labelled your sins. I may often pretend to like your interests, you may participate in mine. But that's the thing about me. I don't want to pretend, neither do I need someone to fake, You may talk of pleasure, kisses, gifts and moments, I will pretend to love it all, but that is not my thing. I don't like those gifts where you pay, to tell the world you care. I like the ones that show that you do instead,  But I w...

What is truth and what are lies? Your truth is your existence, and your lies are your means to look for temporary happiness. We all have hopes and dreams. Expectations and Love. To offer and accept. Such illusions keep us happy. Provide us with a motivation to continue the journey. But these are all illusional lies of happiness. I do not mean to demean Love by calling it a lie. It is perhaps the best way to connect with your soul. But it becomes an illusion of expectations as soon as you attach the feeling to a person or a relationship. It brings down Love from its throne to the dirt. Because then, you start believing that this is perhaps your last chance at love. With that one person. You have to make it work. Attach lust and expectations to the feelings. Hold on. So that you don't lose your chances. But Love surprises you every time. It is beyond a chance. Or two. It is abundant. Inside you. Waiting to be yours. It always has a little more to offer and gives you more than you thi...