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

CHOICES

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

Chittorgarh

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

Queen of Love

 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 Soul, I am the Queen.

~ Suranya

But You Don't Care For Music, Do You?

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 will never tell you aloud, about my secret desires.

I may forgive you easily, laugh at your jokes, sweep away issues

That caused my deepest bruises and scars.

But I never forget what hurts.

I will never forget you, or the way your eyes shine with smiles,

Or perhaps the things you find annoying,

Your peculiar habits, allergies and swears.

But I will definitely forget you, the one I had in my heart.

Once in a while, you will chance upon my writings,

You will think they are about you.

You will read my characters imagining,

They purposefully mirror you.

But that's the thing about me, for someone else will think so too.

I end up shattered, in tears of agony, for loving deeply.

But I am quick to gather my broken pieces to give love another chance.

With each pain, each drop of sweat, blood, tears

My ink pens it all and my belief grows stronger.

The belief that you once discarded as silly immaturity.

That's the thing about me, I may be hurt in love,

I may not find it easy, but I won't give up on it either.

The Chords may have stuck with you, but I demand to feel

Like an orchestra in an opera

A symphony to string my heart,

To make sure it is LOVE.

~ Suranya

Love

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 think you deserve. And the moment you feel you have found your last one, perhaps even lost your chance at Love, Love itself proves you otherwise. You find love again. And again. Until you become Love itself. 

~ Suranya