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
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 forgot to search within me.
The answers to all questions.
Your presence and existence,
Was always in me, where
You truly belong.
~ Suranya
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 around, at the sound between the dustbins
There soaked and shivering, laid a puppy, scared and alone.
Wrapped in a jacket, she took him home, and it licked thankfully.
Smiling, she realised she found someone, who loved to not leave.
Soulmates, she laughed at the world, perfect in books and movies.
What was more of unconditional love than someone, wagging his tail like this?
~ Suranya
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 ke lori ka dhun
Mil jaati hai usspar ki dhun se.
Kahi iss par ka baarish bhiga deti
Uss paar ki mitti ko.
Pyar se kyun nahi ek ho sakta yeh duniya humari?
Kyun bichre hum aur tum?
Insaano ki iss bhir mein.
© Suranya
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