From The Quill

History is doomed and cursed, Repeat itself it must! ~ Suranya

Every morning I go for a walk,  Mothers keep an eye  If to their children, I dare talk.  Alert as though I am Danger.  I am a Man, not a kidnapper. Every day on my way to office,  I avoid brushing against you in a crowded bus  Fearing someday you will turn and accuse,  Conscious of every move thus,  But I am a Man, not a groper. Every time I swipe on Tinder,  Buy you a drink, I notice the fear  You hesitate with information Your suspicious eyes often wonder;  I am a Man not an abuser. Every time you walk alone on the road  And I walk behind you, unaware,  In the dark empty lanes of the city  You let me pass, scared;  But I am a man, not a rapist. Every day, to office I go,  As the hours seem really slow,  I can't stare even in subconscious at you,  Or have small talks sipping tea,  Lest you press charges and am sued. I know those animals,  I know the threat "Men will be Men" And all the t...

 I AM A FEMINIST IN INDIA.  I FIGHT FOR EQUALITY,  TYPE "ME TOO" IN PROTEST.  YET EVERY NIGHT WHEN I RETURN ALONE I FEAR, MUCH IN DESPAIR,  LIKE I AM LIVING A NIGHTMARE EVERY DAY. I AM A DAUGHTER IN INDIA. THEY SAY I AM THEIR PRIDE.  YET THAT STRANGER'S DROOLING EYES  STARING THROUGH MY CLOTHES  IN A TEARING GAZE  SEEMS TO MAKE ME FEEL  LIKE FRESH MEAT INSTEAD. I AM A GIRL IN INDIA. YOUR UNCOMFORTABLE TOUCH  MAKES ME FEEL LIKE A BAG OF DIRT  YET YOU WHISPER THAT  IT'S A PLEASANT SECRET.  WHY DON'T I GET TO TELL  WHAT IT IS INSTEAD? I AM A WIFE IN INDIA.  EVERY DAY I COOK,  CLEAN AND WORK,  EVERY NIGHT I WEEP IN SILENCE SCARED,  ACCEPTING MY FATE ISN'T IN CONSENT WHILE YOU RAPE ME IN CONVENIENCE. I AM A MOTHER IN INDIA. TODAY MY SON HAS RAPED A WOMAN.  HE DIDN'T SEEM UNNERVED WHILE I WEEP,  NOT FOR HIM, I DARE TO CLEARLY CONVEY,  BUT FOR THE DAUGHTER  THEY DIDN'T LET ME KEEP...

I opened my eyes, from darkness to light,  And into a meadow I travel.  In the middle of nowhere Where cliffs meet the water,  And streams take leaps of Faith.  The beautiful sunshine,  A house that looks Divine,  Not sure whether it's all mine. I look around, perplexed  For all the doors are locked,  And keys to them I have not.  Then, in a gust of wind that blew  I found a key like a feather  Afloat upon the wind's gentle flow. I chase it through the meadows and forest, I chase it like a madman in jest Without a thought and without rest Uphill and downhill beside the stream, And then U see it free-falling Into the cliff in between I jump from the edge of the mountain top Managed to get my hands on the feather-like top, The key vanishes in my fist in a moment's pause. I open my eyes too late and shriek As from the Somnumbulism I awake, And find myself falling off the edge of the The thirteenth-floor balcony's small ledge. ~ Suranya...

In deadly vicious circles I go.  Every day in monotony's show:  Life is as good as this loop, In between dreams and reality, I snoop  Upon how even in desperate attempts  Reigned to the rod, my dreams tempt,  For me to free away from this chain  And come back here never again:  Every day in the same place  I gallop at a similar pace,  Repeating the same mistakes,  My tired heart aches: You watch me, amazed  Shiny white, newly painted;  Poor man, I laugh at the ignorant you,  For in the wooden horse that you screw. You reflect your own life through me,  In a circle of monotony,  You live a life, just like me,  Too scared to break free. ~ Suranya  

I roam aimlessly in the scorching sun Winter rain and snows, Tattered clothes, dirty hands, A pair of soles for shoes. Extending my little palm to you, Eyes pleading helplessness, I ask for alms, hungry and hopeless. I know not where I was born,  My name or age, or where I belong;  In the concrete jungles of your wealth  Alone I wander under the open skies,  To find help in comforting lies.  Your eyes avoid me like I am invisible,  Some stare with suspicion, and others hate,  Some sympathise with people living this way.  A penny for you, precious treasure for me  Leftover waste on your plates  A hearty meal I seek for me and my mates. If I ever met your God,  To whom I see you pray to every day  With Food and riches, clothes of all kinds,  While from me you walk away,  Cringing your nose, cursing in your mind,  I will surely ask Him why he takes it all,  Gives me not even a share of the goodies, small. ...

 Where the wind whispers in my ear  Where I stand in storms without fear  In a feeling of you being far yet near  Protecting me like someone dear. Sometimes when I cry to sleep  Not knowing what I shall reap  What I did to deserve the silent weep  I question you in bounds and leap.  And then as memories sweep to the past  In stories that were not to last  I know for sure that you held the mast  Of my boat in the waters flowing fast. You look over me, in sunset's light  In winter rains and a starry night. You protect me with all your might,  Never leave me out of sight,  Just as my belief never gives up the fight  I always have you in my mind's eye. ~  SURANYA

 The last leaf the tree holds on to  The last sign of dear life  Brown crisp and about to be lost,  The bare barks in winter cry. Roads laid down with fallen ones,  Like a carpet all brown  Making music under your feet;  The last one twitches in the breeze. A sudden gust of wind blows  Teaching the tree to finally let go  Of what was never his.  Slow and delicate, the last sign of fall  Welcomes winter with a free fall. ~ Suranya

 The old shoe box, dust settled thick. Cassettes full of songs, Random hits from the 90s;  Untold stories of life and loss,  Unsaid chapters of my memories. That song in my head that made me dance,  With the rain, in whirling romance. That song with which we connected once.  Shared smiles, feelings unsaid Yet not unheard. Thanks to that one song. Then that song, that made me sad,  Or the one that lifted my mood  Like a child at play. That song reminds me of college days. Of old jeans, and nostalgic lanes:  Of guitars, and cricket,  Letters and journals  Love and heartbreak. Sitting pretty, half broken in my attic today, Amidst the heaps of cassettes. I found one unnamed. Dusting the title with my fingertips, I smiled  "Playlist of my Life", it read. ~ Suranya

अच्छा हुआ हमे तैरना नही आता। आज तेरे इश्क़ की दरिया में डूबने को दिल करता है। ~ Suranya

 What will I tell them, Dear Heart? Honestly, I don't know where to start.  Sleepless nights yet full of dreams.  Thoughts and music in perfect sync.  The mind stays alert in signals red, Promises and flattery are often fake.  The heart in pain still bled,  Some wounds never really heal from rest.  Thoughts that can't be reached,  Distances that can't be breached. Between alter egos within;  Fear and uncertainty lurk there in,  That often burns the bridges of chances,  Holding the soul back from a leap of faith;  And the soul keeps asking questions  Why do we live with conflicting egos? While the heart and mind  Doesn't know how to let go... ~ SURANYA

Has anyone ever escaped your feeling, dear Love? Even the most nonchalant of souls? Of your warmth and hurt? Romance and tragedy? Pain and gain? Can anyone ever deny the heartache you cause? But you are also hopeful like summer rains. Because fearless after every wound,  The Martyr rises Like a phoenix from ashes, Picking up the thousand broken pieces Ready to love again. ~ SURANYA

 Kahani hoon, tere lafzon mein utar jaungi, Sama hoon tere shaam o mein dhal jaungi. Hawa hoon kahi bhi beh jaungi,  Tere pyar mein badal banke reh jaungi. Dil tuta toh shayed tere ishq mein Baarish banke baras jaungi. ~ SURANYA

NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU DENY, THERE IS ALWAYS A THING CALLED RIGHT TIME AND RIGHT PLACE. AND NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU WANT, HOW HARD YOU TRY, YOU DON'T BELONG WITH PEOPLE YOU AREN'T DESTINED TO BE WITH. THAT'S THE MAGIC OF CHAOS IN THE UNIVERSE THAT OFTEN MAKES YOU MEET THE RIGHT ONE, WHEN YOU ARE NOT EVEN LOOKING, QUITE UNEXPECTEDLY. WE DON'T REALLY KNOW WE ARE LIVING IN THE EXACT MOMENT WHEN WE ARE ACHIEVING A DREAM GOAL, FINDING SOMEONE WE WERE LOOKING FOR OR LIVING A DREAM UNTIL THAT MOMENT PASSES BY AND WE RETROSPECT ON IT LATER. ~ SURANYA

And if we never meet again, I wish to go back and begin all over  Not repeating the mistakes we made. Let's meet at the sunsets,  Instead of the sunrises. Let me embrace your darkness  Than love your light,  Just do me a favour and reverse time. ~ Suranya

Sometimes we just hit it off really well with people of the opposite gender. Our thoughts, ideas, ideologies and plans may strike a tune, and eventually we may even feel flattered or flirty with them. It is okay to feel that way about someone. Attractions happen almost instantly, some from the connections of thoughts and some from the first looks of things, mostly by appearance. Very often, we are quick to term this feeling as love. As teenagers, everything seems very easy and naive to us, especially these butterflies in our stomachs. As our crappy Bollywood movie logic feeds us with "Love is friendship." Or "A girl and a boy can never be friends." And even "Once you are attracted, you can't be friends," and "Exs can't be friends", the reality contradicts such stereotypes. Eventually, you realise that "love and friendship are not synonyms. Yes, you need to love your friends and cherish your friendships. You can keep friendships with ...

The sun rose blood red, as conch shells blew The thirteenth day had come through. His eyes shone, like the rays themselves,  Son of the greatest, a fierce warrior himself Father to the future he changed the course of war.  He had entered the vicious circle  Leaving the others behind by far. Kins turned enemies, battle against blood,  Away from his own even, alone, he stood.  He pulled out the sword, arrow and knife,  Picked up the wheel, refusing to give up his life. Seven against one, how great was he?  Laid down at sunset, lifeless at sixteen. The darkest night followed,  Broken rules, cruel killings.  Blood shook the throne of Dharma,  Or was it Adharma finally unveiling? The darkest night is here again,  To remind us of the thirteenth night,  How a brave heart fought with honour,  Against and for the people  Who weren't just as brave. ~ Suranya

I had waited from dawn to dusk  Prayed for one more day.  Will you please come back to me? Just for another stay? Instead of a murder of demons,  Blood-soaked and silent, you lay. You dreamt of a future,  I have him in my womb. Only now, he will never know his father  And you will never guide him.  Strange how this wheel of Dharma, That you uplifted every day, Where is my Justice? Why am I its prey?  Led to such a tragic injustice to us  You left me here stranded  Almost like a curse. ~ Suranya

Silences once spoke of magic and faith on smiling lips and sparkling eyes in daze; Under the stars, we wished upon dreams Mysteries discovered, as deep as the oceans' extreme; Lost in each other, we found a feeling must have been that truth we denied unveiling. And then almost inevitably we parted ways, Togetherness denied by the cruelty of fate; Endings are not always together forever, Soulmates live on, even in nevers. ~ Suranya

 আমার শহর গ্রীষ্মের দুপুর। রোদ আর কালবৈশাখী। আমার শহর মেঘলা আকাশ, জলের মাঝে নৌকা ভাসি। আমার শহর শীতের উষ্ণ চায়ের কাপে চুমুক লাগি। আমার শহর ঢাক আর গান, আলো, পুজো, প্যান্ডেলে। আমার শহর ঐতিহ্য জোড়াসাঁকো ও রাজবাড়ী। আমার শহর প্রেমের কবি, ভিক্টোরিয়া ও ময়দানের ভিড়। শহর আমার সরোবরের, নিউ মার্কেটের দোকানের হাঁকের। আলোর শহর, আশার শহর শহর আমার ইতিহাসের। জাদুঘরের ঘরগুলো যে রোজ সবার মন কারে। শহর আমার ট্রাম এর সফর, শহর আমার খাদ্য রসিক। শহর এ যে তোমার আমার সিনেমা ও আর্ট জানে;  সবার মনে দাগ কাটে আড্ডা, হাসি তর্কে মেতে। শহর আমার তিলোত্তমা তোমায় আমি ভালোবাসি। শহর আমার হাতছানি দেয় হাওড়া ব্রিজে গঙ্গা ঘাটে। যতই দূরে যাও না চলে শহর থেকে স্বপ্নপুরে  মনটানা এক চেনা সুরে শহর ডাকে পিছুটানে। ~ Suranya

"BRING OUT A PRETTY DRESS, LET'S PAINT THE TOWN RED!"  "SO IT'S A DATE." SHE DID HER BUN UP IN A MESS. HE PUT THE SILENCER ON HIS GUN INSTEAD. ~ Suranya

 This world is an ocean of uncertainty,  Unknown faces and undiscovered knowledge;  The paper boat of Love, my only strategy,  To remain afloat with courage. ~ SURANYA

Kindness is probably an inborn attribute we humans willingly forget. Kindness is not weakness. To be kind is free, and if your act of kindness makes lives better or easier, there is nothing like it. It can be as simple as extending your hand to an old woman crossing the road or teaching the underprivileged, or even just being there to hold someone's hand, listen and sympathise. Life is hard. In this competitive world of constant rat race, we often get too self-centred or egoistic. So much so that even acts of kindness are flaunted and expected to be reciprocated. Often, kind people are misunderstood to be weak. Or acts of kindness as personal interest. This is because more often than not, we humans act to get a reaction. But kindness like love should never be about reciprocation. It is about how happy you are to help others, make them smile or simply be there for someone alone. Kindness nowadays is rare. And selfless kindness, the kind that is not flaunted to the world, is the real...

The moon seems like my spirit in the universe. Some days I shine through the darkness of self-doubt; some days I am half lost, and on others I am engulfed in the shadow of my own overthinking. Slowly, I come out of my own darkness. I often reflect on your behaviour toward yourself. But just like the moon, you know only a part of me; the other side, I carefully hide away for no one to see. ©SURANYA

It's strange how in my dreams, places I have never been to look familiar. And places I have grown up in seem to grow an extra pair of rooms and secret passages. Like, there is a mystery even in the simplest thing you That's the beauty of the mind. I became the child I was in my dreams. Eager yet afraid. Scared in my surroundings. Vulnerable to my feelings. I go back to the time I hadn't built a protective wall around my feelings. I keep going back to the same place. Unknown faces look familiar. And I often hide from them. I stealthily walk through a corridor, trying not to get spotted. And I end up standing under the sun in front of a door that has a large lock. I don't have the key. I use my knife in vain. And then people are alarmed. They shout and alert to intruders. I do not understand what they say. I stand fixed in my spot. Then I wake up in fear. Then, a few days later, I am back to the same dome-shaped roof and arched corridors. They have white marble jharokhas ...

THE GREATEST MYSTERY IN THE UNIVERSE IS NOT THE UNIVERSE ITSELF. IT'S YOU. THAT PERSON IN YOUR HEAD AND HEART. DO YOU FEEL THAT AT TIMES? I SIT ALONE WITH A STORY PLOT IN MY HEAD, A JUMBLE OF WORDS IN MY HEART AND THE MAGIC OF IMAGINATION. I CLOSE MY EYES AND THERE I AM. IN THE MOON-LIT FOREST. THE ONLY SONG IS THE WATER FALLING IN THE BHIMLAT. I HAVE NEVER SEEN THIS SIGHT. BUT I HAVE BEEN THERE. IN MY DAY DREAMS. I STAND AND BREATHE IN THE FRESH AIR. THE WIND PLAYS IN MY HAIR. YOU'D ASK, DO I FEEL LONELY HERE? TELLING THE TALES OF HOW TWO LOVERS USED TO MEET EACH NIGHT IN THESE VERY FORESTS? I PLACE MY HAND ON THE HEART. IT'S BEATING IN RHYTHM WITH MY BREATH. SEE THAT'S THE THING ABOUT SOULS. ONCE YOU DISCOVER YOURSELF, YOU DON'T NEED ANOTHER TO VALIDATE YOU. THE KEY TO THE UNIVERSE ALWAYS LIES IN YOURSELF. DON'T YOU THINK? © Suranya

 "TOMORROW WILL BE A NEW DAWN, OF A NEW HOPE, AND A NEW BEGINNING. TOMORROW WILL BE THE BEST. BECAUSE TOMORROW, THERE WILL BE NO TOMORROW." ~ Suranya

We often believe we are not replaceable. Every human being has this almost self-important trait, like a narcissist, of thinking that they are irreplaceable to somebody or that a situation can't play out without their help or supervision. We often act out or hurt people because of this. Because we feel that no matter how badly we treat them, they will stay. We take them for granted, and as a result of this, people drift away. But a lot changes if we are replaced once. Then it haunts us for a lifetime, I guess. People are scared of how everyone will find a replacement for them once someone replaces them. But they don't even realise that subconsciously, they have also perhaps replaced some people who meant the world to them once. But at times, it is important to replace people and situations you are stuck in without a purpose. To help you grow, bloom or learn. It is important to move ahead in life even if it means moving away. Not everyone fits into the versions of you in the diff...

 The earth in her thirst to meet the sky,  Endless, boundless, and high,  Prayed to the heavens above for miracles. Thunder roared, and the rain poured  Unexpected gale stormed my city. Falling droplets in the street lights  Like star dust in disguise,  Blessing the earth with bits of the sky. ~ Suranya

It was summer when you left. The storm had plundered the city; another brewed in my heart. You were the familiar smell and flowers > I was used to. You were those familiar roads, that cafe or the park. That story I had reread too many times. Or that movie I watched enough to say the dialogue alongside. I had promised myself you were the taste of home. I would wait for you to return. Welcome you with open arms. You came back in autumn. Like those leaves that wither away, feeling useless to the rest of the world. You hoped to find the home you once chose to leave behind. And I had opened the door in anticipation. But your hug felt strange. Your smell wasn't familiar. Your words didn't make my heart race anymore. There was a huge void between us, and the silences were just blank, awkward and weird. I had unknowingly let you go. I have unknowingly adapted to the unfamiliar tastes through time. Danced in the rain alone. Become too comfortable in this unfamiliar feeling of lonelin...

Here is a thing about Loyalty. It's a constant and conscious choice you make. Towards people. Relationships. And situations. It is the choice you make when you are on a diet to pick up the apple while a black forest pastry sits staring at you. It's the choice you make when you keep a small promise to someone who trusted you with their secret. And it's the choice you make to wake up every day thinking of only one person you see waking up beside you, or appreciate their effort to make your life easier. Loyalty once lost is a conscious choice, too. It's never a mistake when you choose to be disloyal. And here is the thing. Most of the time, no matter what you say, you won't regret being disloyal. Because by then, the person, relationship or situation is not as important to you anymore. ~ Suranya

And it just so happened that I chanced upon a purple chariot. But, unlike fairytales, perhaps inspired by our reality, it led me nowhere, and went in a merry loop round and round, to come back to the same place. SURANYA

Will you be a silent spectator  To all these mundane lives? Living yet not alive  Awake yet not awakened;  They seek You in the afterlife. Smile at their innocence Forgive their sins They know not what they have  They know not what they seek.  Work your wonder on their way  Enlighten them towards light,  I know they blame  You for all there isn't  Ungrateful without reasons.  But you know my Benevolent One  They are but a part of You,  Forgive all that they search outside,  While they can't see the Truth. ~ Suranya

I sometimes feel like getting lost,  In the world in my mind's eye  Where my emotions live, and so do you,  Your name and your memories,  Let's not tell this dark world  That story yet to be told. Those mountains and seas call upon me;  Don't you also feel like running away someday? Holding my hand and seeing the world  Through my eyes? The colour of the sunflower,  The greenery of the eucalyptus,  Standing, witnessing the sea beach, sunset  Or at the top of some fort  Imagining what life could be like?  The world is so big, our story so small. Somewhere someday, it will be lost  In the memoirs of the past  But you and I will live on,  Through yet another story. ~ Suranya

 To Mars and Moon you travel,  Their secrets you unravel; Yet the deepest corner of the seas  Still remains the greatest mystery.  Just like the way you look around  Judge people with your mind so sound,  Yet it never resonates with you To discover the person within you,  You perhaps remain your greatest secret,  And yet you never regret  To count everyone's mistakes. © Suranya

HAVE YOU EVER LEFT WORDS UNSAID, HOPING THEY CAN HEAR YOUR SILENCE? ~ Suranya

 Flaunting my achievements and needs  I admire my grandeur and skills;  I care a damn for what others feel. I pretend to like you more,  Say the things you want to hear,  But all I want is to win your heart  Because you resisted me from the start. And now that you are here for me  My challenge to myself was successful.  I am pleased. Let me take you for granted and see, Never bother to show any gratitude for your deeds, Not letting go of the toxicity,  I will make sure you feel inferior and suffer from anxiety,  That's how I make a universe out of me. © Suranya

 On the darkest night  When thoughts fight a battle of no might,  Wrapped in an embrace  You hold me tight. You are a familiar feeling, of home,  Yet at times suffocating me alive,  Every day I struggle to survive. You are yet the muse to my words,  The only companion through life; I find you in songs,  And everywhere around,  Failed relationships, toxic people, broken hearts,  But do you know why I hold you so dear? Love you like one very near?  Because you choose to stay  In your own little way  While everyone else just  Drifts away. ~ Suranya

 For the thousands of words unsaid,  Infinite emotions unheard  Between you and me;  Letters too heavy to float  In the cosmos invisible  Often come down as rain,  Drenching us in the same feeling  We are never brave enough to face. ©Suranya

I have had sleepless nights. Bags under my eyes. A trance between dreams and reality. What I have and what I want. I would snooze the alarm a hundred times. I leave scribblings all over the place. Notebooks. Laptop. Random pages. I leave stories unfinished. I look for musing. Someone I can compare to all the greatness in the world. Did I ever tell you I muse on things I generally don't like? Like the ocean and mountains. They help me stay unpredictable. I leave behind a story everywhere I go. But I am not good with the ending. Because I am not good with goodbyes. I hate to leave behind a character. I imagine what happened beyond their happily ever after. I often write them down. But never share them. Because you choose your own endings. Happy or otherwise. ~ Suranya

 Goodbyes are hard, they say.  Yet every time I bid adieu,  My heart just whispered,  "One more time." And every time I watch someone leave,  The hope in my heart is ignited  That someday, they will make their way  Back to my lane, and never leave. Because that's what dreams are made of,  A little bit of hope, a little trust,  A part of me and you,  And the Love that runs this Universe. © Suranya

The Moon looks like a big spotlight, Fairy Lights like fireflies, The street lights lost in focus, Everything around me looks blurred. Searching frantically, what for you ask? No, Not Love, that's such a hard task Finding my glasses, the vision cleared. © Suranya

WHERE THE ROAD ENDS, WHERE THE HEART STOPS.  YOU TURN AROUND TO SEE  A SEA OF PEOPLE LEFT BEHIND  KNOWN FACES, UNKNOWN STORIES,  AND YOU STAND ALONE  ON THE OTHER SIDE,  MUCH LIKE EVERYONE ELSE IN THAT CROWD. ~ Suranya

IF WALLS COULD SPEAK, YOU WILL PERHAPS HEAR TALES, DIFFERENT FROM HISTORY. SURANYA

 Jasmine and roses abloom,  Moonlight on the marble floor of the room,  Every night in the darkest hours  Under the veil of stars,  Her eyes shone with pearl drops  Cheeks like stars. Stardust made magic and moonbeam ripples,  On the water of the Yamuna below the fortress. It was then that the gust of wind  Brought with it a familiar touch  Someone whispered to her from afar,  As if she never belonged here.  Struggling between the cups of wine  She dared to remember him as divine,  One who embraced death for her fame,  Alas! She could never embrace his name. © Suranya

You once BEGGED someone who was never there to stay. Now you don't ASK people who will. ~ Suranya

 The Shore hid treasures of shells,  Like a man with secrets,  Calm, quiet, with intent,  Appearing like an unsolved puzzle to the Sea. In the distance, the hues of the setting sun  In the vast, endless Sky,  Spread light across the world. The rays touching the Sea gently,  As the Sky watched her dance,  Kissing her waves are blood red. The red was perhaps a pinch of vermilion,  The Sky painted the Sea with.  He made her a reflection of him,  From the blues to the darkness; Days and nights, the unaware Sea reflected in his colour,  While she had tried all her life in vain  To meet the mysterious shores  Perhaps impress him with her pearls. The Sky met the Sea silently, in all his vastness,  Claiming her as his, reflecting his strength and flaws on her,  As the lovelorn Sea, tired of chasing the shores,  That paid no heed to her turbulent waves,  Finally looked up and saw the Sky. Accepting the unre...

Every day I leave my heart at your Doorstep. Every night, I gather its broken pieces from your Trashbin. ~ SURANYA

 Have you ever just waited and waited,  Upon hope and miracles, extreme. While words scar you instead of heal  Making you feel rather unreal? When was the last time you asked someone, Or has anyone ever asked you once, "ARE YOU OKAY?" After your biggest failure or shattered dream  Dreadful heartbreak or scariest sin;  A simple question,  That could perhaps save a life,  From reaching the brink. ~ SURANYA

 "What are super heroes?" "Ones who can die to get the job done." "Have you seen any?" "No." AUR PHIR AYA YUVRAJ SINGH! ~ Suranya