Princess

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

Guiding Star

 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

Loop

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

Flawed

 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

Scar

 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

Sarhaad

 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

Star

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

Mon Kharap

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

Person

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

Plan

Even if it doesn't go exactly like we plan, Things always falls into place. That's the magic of Life.

- Suranya

Ego

 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

The Chase

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