From The Quill

You make Tiny little fireflies  Flash like fairy lights in the bushes. And stars form a veil of glitter on the sky,  You make the moon create silver ripples on the sea You are where poetry meets music  And musing meets words,  Where solitary nights are the happiest,  And dreams merge with reality. Where the gentle breeze breaks the silence, I see You there. You light up my world with your magic.  But I call your greatest magic Love. ~ Suranya

 How do you miss a feeling you never had? Like the warmth of their hand in yours,  Even when all you can touch are cold screens. Like their heart beat in your ears,  When you don't know what it sounds like? The lingering touch of their lips on your skin,  Their eyes meet yours for the first time? How do you miss a home you never had? It only exists in your imagination, The maybes and should-bes of love. Like some formula with theoretical exceptions. ~ Suranya

Time moves unstoppable like a stream. It leaves behind a lot. Names, battles, and scars. It leaves behind walls, the bricks of which speak of bravery, honour and sacrifice. It leaves behind temples that are houses of hope and faith. Time leaves behind everything except emotions untold and uncherished before it's too late. ~ Suranya

She frowned eagerly as something reached her hand A dried seed, she stared in awe. Across the river, there was a crowd The man in meditation wore garlands of it. Who was He? Long locks, falling over his shoulder, his body smeared in ashes, A face so calm and expressionless, almost like a foreigner to feelings He seemed to come from beyond the mountains. Tribal attire, posture of glow and grace She stared mesmerised at his face. He looked up at the delicate one, who dared to chant His name At the palace that treated him like a nomad, he was now God. She chanted His name like she owned Him; a shiver ran down His spine.  Young and gentle, in meditation; she was a princess so divine. Rich clothes, materialistic life, she was brave enough to look beyond Her warrior-heart chose Him. He taught her soul searching, she sought her purpose in life, He smiled in composure and hidden pain for The Timeless knew the future. Even He was not beyond Fate, still He called her His. Love was such a twi...

WHY DO YOU FEAR UNMASKING YOUR TRUE SELF? IS IT THE FEAR OF VULNERABILITY OR THE ANTICIPATION OF NOT STANDING UP TO EXPECTATIONS? ~ Suranya

How can I make people believe in something If I don't see it myself? How can I make people have faith, in the purest form of Love When it seems absent around me? I fold my hands in prayer before you, "Show me a way, to make my purposes true." You smile at me, in your calmness A moment of silence passes by, I stare with bated breath waiting, A question comes to mind. Was I being too selfish here?  Was I asking for things beyond my fate? My devotion to You was never selfish, I took pride in my faith. The silence broke in a very usual way, with a notification pop on my phone. I finish my prayers, hoping You would answer me,  With all the trust I have in You. With that, I checked my phone. Someone had asked me an eager question, What was the love You shared with Her like? It did not last, yet again You found Her For eternity and beyond. There was a sudden shiver down my spine, I smiled in realisation, knowing that was You. Of course, what I believe in exists, maybe not around...

Patta patta boota boota kehti hai dastaan Ishq ki,  Kahi ek Ranjha bana firta apne Heer k liye Fakir,  Kahi Sahiba karti intezar Mirza ke ghore ki,  Aur kahi kisi dur Laila ko dhundte huye  Khud hi Ishq bann jaata uska Majnun Qais. Din badalte, dunia badal jaati, Hazaro jung mein hazaro jaan hai jaati, Phir bhi yeh dunia yaad toh rakhta Sirf ishq mein khoye unn saheedo ko, Yeh dunia hi jinhe alag kar deti. ~ Suranya

  You are my story, Hidden between the lines Words too small for feelings, In every song and tale, In every lyric and poem, In every quote and dream. You are my story, Imperfect, unworldly and complicated. Yet one I read again and again. At the end of it, I know. Yet in the beginning, I yearn. You are my story. Yet sometimes you just Make me wonder, Am I yours, too? ~ Suranya

 I walk the path unknown, I wait from dawn to dusk. Looking at the horizon with eager eyes. You rode away once to fulfil your purpose. You promised me love, the one love I waited for The kind that changed the world, beyond this lifetime. You were so different yet so similar, a mystery yet familiar, The Light in my Darkness of Life. You are my God, I, Your humble Devotee, You are Love, I, your faithful Lover. You called me the muse to your Music, I danced to the tune of your flute. Years turned to decades, and I waited for you with hope, My eyes fixed on the horizon, hearing your lore. I hear You made a home of palaces and cities of your own. I hear You battled in wars; ran away from some unscathed. I prayed every day for You. But I wonder, in my own grief and loneliness at times, Do you ever want to know my wishes? I wished to have a corner of your heart to myself. I wish we could tell the world about Love, How a simple woman my age, could fall for the cowherd boy. How Love bloomed...

Every time I try to love someone, I will end up falling in Love with you, all over again! - Suranya

 Stop thinking please, dear Heart,  Dreadful nights, please don't start!  Remembering things, unsure and obnoxious.  What are you doing with choices so obvious?  Doubts and reasons, shroud restless  Almost like a suffocating knot Around the neck. Breathe uneasy, struggle to find balance. Compliments and flattery,  Attachments, all a treason!  Why doesn't the night end?  Sleep doesn't come anymore.  Alone, anxious, confused and disturbed,  The Mind makes the Heart perturbed. ~ SURANYA

 She burnt in rage, the fire engulfed her soul. Her body was ablaze, with the guilt that broke An audience stood in awe, as the smoke rose. Cries and wails of her mother and sisters The soul formed a shape, with a thousand hands Three eyes shining, vermillion fiery red Everyone froze as her calm face spoke In a voice of power, echoing cold and wise, "Maybe in another life, in another time, I will have the strength to fight for you To be fit for you, to complete us." She lay lifeless as everyone gasped. Her voice reached his ears, enraged he stood Losing Himself in love and loss The dance of destruction burnt His heart. Years passed by and a sixteen-year-old, Stood in front of a Yogi, wise and old One who had lost His worldly longings She folded her hands, pleading: "Accept me for who I am and You will see, I am strong enough to hold on, To fight for us, to choose you against all odds." He opened His eyes, and His heart skipped a beat, For before Him stood, the wife ...

 She was shocked, speechless and aghast, At the revelations happening before her. In the forest, she once called home,  She was left abandoned. He, who once held her hand,  Vowed to love and protect her Left her homeless, without words, in despair. His silence spoke a thousand truths Which were disguised lies. His blood in her womb, she thought he cared But her love had failed, her heart shattered. Sad and dejected, she built a cocoon Calling it home, she nurtured her womb. He who once fought the world for her, Could not fight his own. Her hands pained from holding on, Year after year of waiting on, Hoping to catch a glimpse of him. But now she waited no longer. The Daughter of the Earth,  Warrior heart of Mithila, Decided to be brave again. He was now King, her husband was a past. A queen in her hermitage,  follow Dharma, she must. She taught her children his deeds,  All wonderful and brave, She taught them Dignity was greater Than love and faith. She saw ...

 A storm lashes outside, Of change and acceptance. Another lurks in my heart, In hope, love and joy. Windows of every heart open. Today, the soil welcomes the downpour. Not denying the rebellion any longer. The Gale whispers of new Freedom. Finally, the doors of the mind are ajar, With a tiny lamp of Hope flickering In the strong wind of resistance. Equality is not a myth, Justice prevails after every war And Nature celebrates the Natural. In a destructive dance of ultimate rebellion The thunder screams for all of us, "Accept me for who I am." ~ Suranya

Giving up on passion is easy, giving in to the world is unchallenging, and shackling your dreams with reality is expected. Believing the impossible makes it worth living. Calling out to your souls with questions, digging for their enlightenment answers is the ultimate goal of life. Following your heart to your own world is what makes you who you are. Making others believe in your belief is the dream of an artist. - Suranya

 Your glimpse makes my eyes feel blessed, As it beholds Your beauty a little longer, Captures Your image in my head And lets me survive one more day. In the world, I create around You I am the lone Warrior, the sole Martyr The King to Your Queen. Our Abode is a source of Eternal Happiness. Reality doesn't ruin dreams there, You are my Reason and Muse. I write Poetry, sing them to You Like prayers to the Beloved. Unlike this world, no ties bind us Unlike them, you don't deny me for who I am. For You are the destination of my wandering heart The Answer to all my questions. Since eternity You and I have been One You see my adoration, call it love But for those who don't understand My Love is Madness. ~ Suranya