Fate

 "Sometimes, the biggest battles were fought emotionally, in the four walls of the Harem, yet none knew of their bravery, or spoke of their sacrifices."

- Suranya

You Remind Me of Myself

 You remind me of fireflies,

Your spark, your eyes.

You remind me of stars,

You have the bravery 

To shine in the darkest nights.

You remind me of sunshine.

Bright and hopeful

Like your smile.

That can light up lives.

You remind me of myself.

I found myself while looking for you.

~ Suranya

Awakened

Insomnia is a curse. Sleepless nights and weary days. Endless dreams and possibilities, binding thoughts and confinements. I wanted Sleep to come like a soothing balm to bring some peace to the weary, restless soul. I called upon Sleep hoping to know why each night, as long as the stars shone like a veil over the dark sky, he did not come to me, as I waited upon his arrival, every night, with my eyes fixed at the door and my heart yearning to hear him approach slowly and steadily. Sleep said I don't come to shrouded minds and broken hearts. My magic of healing is of no use to those who want to be awake and see and hear everything around them, not risking missing a single experience of this world. I asked Sleep if it is enough to be awake to know the soul, or if one needs to be awakened. Sleep smiled at me, saying the awakened soul seeks the truth inside. It doesn't need to be awake to see the world and absorb knowledge. Hence enlightened, I try to bring sunshine to my mind and gather the pieces of my broken heart to let my soul seek. Be awakened. Yet sleep.

~ Suranya

Tense

ISN'T THE PAST A DREAM AS IS THE FUTURE?

ISN'T YOUR PLANS YET AN ASPIRATION NOT REALITY?

ISN'T YOUR IMAGINATION YOUR HEALER FROM THE HARSH TRUTHS OF LIFE?

THEN WHY ARE YOU AFRAID OF NIGHTMARES?

WHEN YOU FACE REALITY EVERY DAY?

~ SURANYA

God Made It This Way

 They Say, "God made it this way"

My soul questions their notion.

It says, "How could He teach you to oppress women?

Make a chauvinist society? Who made you address them as He?"

He who treated Her as the Ultimate Creator, Adi Shakti.

Who really decides the rules here? Burn the women in pyres?

For the God I know, breaks the rules himself.

He is devastated at Her funeral.

Who decides what Limits are?

The God I know is Endless within.

How long is forever?

He is Timeless.

How deep should Love be?

His knew no bounds beyond Time.

How is someone good or bad? 

He says that there is both in us.

What is the balance of life?

He teaches us nothing is ideal.

My Soul doesn't agree with your façade of society

That defies the very God they worship.

Maybe I don't fall under your standards of a Devotee.

Maybe He is not as Godly to you as to me.

But I know in my heart,

The society in all its glory is never because

"God made it this way."

Everything is a deed of Man's mind,

Not an act of God.

~ Suranya

True Fiction

Stories are just a way the Universe reminds you that all you believe in exists somewhere.

~ Suranya

Misunderstood

I would rather be myself and be misunderstood than be someone else for people to understand.

- Suranya

Illusions

 No one will ever get to my soul, it is shrouded in darkness

Mystery and secrets. Unreachable Thoughts.

It is Untouched, unlike my body.

Unexploited. Unlike my heart.

It seeks recognition in vain.

If you think you know my soul, think again.

Was it me you knew or perhaps,

Who I wanted you to know?

Are you livid at my words? Scared of how I think?

Did you embrace the Queen of Darkness,

Thinking her to be a damsel in distress?

Did you try to save her, and get entangled

In a turmoil of expectation, greed, lust and revenge?

Did you think she was the Princess of Light?

Of Love, hope and much more?

I laugh at your naivety, it's not my fault.

You believed in things that never existed.

A version of me in your little head.

Illusion is the greatest mantra of magic, they say

And it was you who called Love the greatest Magic

And me, Your Magician.

~ Suranya

A Love Like Ours

The waves crashed onto the sand. Again. And again. She sat there, eyes closed. Inhaling the cool breeze that brushed past her open hair playfully, she watched the waves come at her feet, touch her and leave. The wind whispered undecipherable words in her ears. She saw the wet sand and scribbled her name on it. The waves washed it away in a flash. A smile appeared on her lips. Perhaps like the waves washed away her name, people are also wiped off their existence. It's so strange that sometimes you have to accept that the closest people are not close anymore, and a stranger can be closer than you ever imagined. She got up and brushed off some sand from her dress, and started walking towards the lighthouse in the distance.
People were like these waves. They came and went. As and when needed. Her existence was her only truth. The sole constant. Not even the name stayed forever. She sighed at the ring on her finger. She was not optimistic about Love. It was like these waves. A chase game gone wrong. She had experienced so.
She had heard him call out after her a few times. She didn't feel like stopping or answering. He had huffed and puffed to reach her and started walking beside her, carefully maintaining his distance.
< So, what's the plan?" He broke the silence. She just smiled. He frowned. "Where are we going?" "We... Are going nowhere." There was a certain monotony in her tone.
"But we are." He gestured at them walking. She had narrowed her eyes and stared at him. He'd skipped a heartbeat.
"You know what I was thinking?" She was still staring at the waves, but her words were meant for him.
"What?" He'd frowned.
"Why does the sea never meet the sky?"
umm why?"
"Because we all chase things we can never have, and the sea is busy trying to meet its shores." She Smiled.
"I feel otherwise. " His words made her stare at him and frown. "I feel that the sky and the sea are one.
They don't need to meet in a horizon. The sky paints the sea in its colour. The sea readily reflects him." He was happy with her wide eyes this time. He had successfully impressed the poetess.
"Why should the sea even want the sky?" She smirked. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
"Because the sky can show the sea an entire universe. In all its mystery and magic."
"Magic is an illusion. Short-lasting and a lie." She stared at the sea again as they walked towards the lighthouse. She stopped suddenly.
"We should go back. We have come a long way." She stared at the hotel in the distance.
"We should walk to the lighthouse. Reach the destination we intended to." He had done the bravest thing, held her wrist to drag her. Thankfully, she didn't resist.
"You don't leave anything half done?" She asked with a frown as he let go.
"I try not to. Only..." He had stopped.
"Only?" She raised her eyebrows
"Some things are not meant to be finished. They are better left half done. "
"Like what?"
"Stories." He had smiled. " Short stories have an ending with endless possibilities after that. I like those half-done stories."
"You... Are strange." She concluded.
<Maybe so." He had shrugged.
"You know what I feel like doing?" She looked away.
"What?" He watched her stare at the lighthouse like a child longing for a balloon.
"Climb up to the lighthouse and sit there all day." She smiled like a child. "Imagine I am a seagull."
" Did I ever tell you that you are one of the most fascinating women I've ever met?" He held her wrist again. This time her eyes met his, and he felt nervous.
"No. You didn't. A lot of other people did, though. Also said I am quite lovable. From the way I think and talk. But they all ended up on the other side." Her voice trailed. She smiled sarcastically, "Maybe, you will too."
"Or maybe not." His hand had travelled to her palm, interlocking fingers. She smiled slightly. Or was it a blush? He couldn't tell. She swept off the hair falling on her face with her free hand and smiled.
"There, a few more feet, you will reach your destination, and we can go back."
"Who said I haven't reached my destination?" He smiled, holding her hand tighter. Instinctively, he expected her to let go. Like she had all these days. But today, as her red bangles brushed against his wrist watch, she had smiled. "Now, can we go back, please?" She shook her head.

"I have a poem in my head."

"What's it called?" He had asked.

He had nodded. It didn't escape him how she was not awkward. Or letting go. She had smiled. " A Love like Ours." His heart had skipped a beat. "It's in the sky and the sea." She added. He shook his head as she let go of his hand gently and walked ahead. This was the closest she had gone to confess anything in their four weeks of marriage.

Worth a wait

 "I could have loved you. Only if you waited for me to fall for you. Steadily. Slowly. But without a doubt. We talked of all things wonderful. No one ever told me before that the fireflies in the bushes remind them of fairy lights. I had liked you. Perhaps even thought of giving it a try. But I was slow. And steady. Perhaps cautious of making mistakes. People don't do that nowadays. They rush. To people, jobs and relationships. They can't wait patiently for someone to come to them, say you like them and wait without being pushy for them to like you back. It's not your fault; it's how people are today. I could have perhaps loved you, only if you answered the questions my soul asked; we could have healed each other in ways untold. Love is like a seed that needs patience and nurturing. Without it, the seed will never grow into a tree and give you fruit. The fruits need care and attention. Planting a thousand seeds in the same soil yields not even a single sapling without care. And when I was ready to give you a chance, I found you in someone else's arms, giving them the same hope you once gave me. That makes me wonder, wasn't I worthy of waiting?"

~ Suranya