From The Quill

 The summer afternoon bliss The scorching sun and hot wind On the rooftop, a bunch of us sat  Playing cards and flying kites. The norwesters made us dash indoors,  But just at the threshold, I looked back.  It so happened that a few houses away She stood arms stretched, hair undone  Welcoming the rain with open arms.  And the storm she surged in me that day  It is yet to die down. ~ Suranya

Papers filled with the rendezvous of the past,  Admiring all the journals stacked up,  Remembering what was now just stories,  I had reopened my trunk of memories.  Just as our favourite books make us smile  Always in their happiest endings,  The words, now blurred, had a similar feeling.  Dust-filled secrets of a daydreamer  Unveiling as preciously as the first spell of rain in summer  The pages came with a scent of nostalgia.  The dreams we lived in the past tense, hence,  Amazingly, make the most perfect stories. - Suranya

 Have you seen the moth  Getting attracted to the fire  That burns it to ashes?  The Beloved's yearning  Burns the Devotee's heart  Into similar urns of desire.  Love is such a fire,  That burns the soul eternally,  Yet lights up the world. - Suranya

 Every time I prayed for You I broke into a thousand pieces, I couldn't endure the memories any longer, The pain was too much to take. I lost myself thinking of You; When my wishes came true, Every time you walked into my heart. Now I am not sure anymore; Is this a boon or a curse? ~ Suranya

We often get stuck on the idea of finding The One. We look for the 'missing piece of our puzzle' in all romantic relationships and seek someone to fill our flaws. Honestly, in my opinion, our souls are not flawed. We as humans can or can't do certain things others can, as per our skills and brain power. That doesn't make them our shortcomings. It just means we are made in a certain unique way. What we look for is an attraction, a companionship or a financially beneficial partnership. The concept of soul mate itself is against the idea of spirituality. Spirituality says we are complete as spirits. In that case, we don't need others to complete us. What we need is various people in different stages of our lives to satisfy our needs of the mind and body. It is on a materialistic level. And this learning and unlearning goes on through not only one, but all relationships of our life, be it with parents, relatives, friends or someone special. If you believe in the concept...

O Benevolent Heart,  Your shrine remains empty,  It bleeds of betrayal and hurt,  Yet the devotee believes.  Caged and camouflaged  Emotions die a slow death.  The Soul is unshackled,  Chains of earthly bond are shed,  Across the universe it travels in bliss,  To find the Love  You actually seek. ~ Suranya

 As long as I'm writing, I will keep telling stories of You,  Through a thousand others.  How your eyes talk to mine,  How silent love conquers. About what could have been;  What we shall never be! - Suranya

Love is like a short story. The beginning of which we know, the story of which is simply complicated, and which ends at a thousand possibilities, A million questions. That's what makes it attractively gripping. ~ Suranya

 "The thing with kind-hearted people is they tolerate more than they should from people. Then they are often called weak and dependable. While the truth is, they are the strongest people you can come across, who, despite all the darkness around them, still believe in the goodness of people. They still believe that everyone around them will be as nice to them as they are to others. They give you hope and faith, even if they lose theirs. And they will never hold on if you walk away because they understand their need in your life is over." - Suranya

 Remember those times  When bad dreams meant monsters  And you would run from them  Straight into your mother's arms?  Then they used to be Exams,  Blank papers and poor marks,  That kept coming back in slumbers.  Do you sleep peacefully now?  Amidst the scary reality of deadlines and toil  Loneliness and unfulfilled desires.  Broken hearts and betrayals.  Remembering those who forgot you.  Loving those who never knew.  Adulting does make dreams come true.  Sometimes they are called Nightmares. - Suranya

 Expensive orchids, candlelight dinners  Restaurants, multiplexes,  Cards and chocolates,  Long drives and the sea beach. What about the tea stalls in the rain,  Long aimless walks, nothing to gain;  Sunshine and wind, silences and smiles?  Why is "love" today so commercialised? © Suranya

The murky river in ripples sang,  Dried leaves in a flurry dance,  Hearts on their sleeves,  The Sky and Earth romanced. Storm surging in a frenzied fashion,  Rebellious in unbridled passion,  They finally united  In the shower of wringing attraction. ~ Suranya  

They say the wounded heart bleeds poetry. I say the hurt connect to the poetry They perhaps ignored when happy. - Suranya

I wish the world were yellow and purple,  Like the lavender valley and sunsets,  Like the sunflower and the robe of a knight. I wish the world were white and green,  Like the white horse galloping and the lush green hills. Like the darkest forest and the cotton cloud. I wish the world were transparent  Like the water of the stream and souls.  I see the world in a big arc of a rainbow,  All the colours coexist.  No black, no white, causing rifts,  Between the grey of the mind. ~ Suranya

 As long as I live,  As far as I go,  I learn to leave,  Struggle to let go. Yet in my heart,  Where the mind doesn't reach,  I wish upon a star,  For things that I search.  Things that are meant to be held on to. I stumble upon your eyes  Every now and then.  Your eyes, for one,  Has an entire universe in them.  Stardust and moon beam,  That makes me believe  That everything we want,  Makes their way to us,  In Divine timing,  Almost like the magic in your eyes. ~ Suranya

Being broken is brave. Remember, even the chick has to crack through the eggshell to see life and light. Being chaotic is admirable. Like the butterfly spreading its wing for the first time, unaware, how it can cause a storm. -Suranya

I fear I am drowning  In this feeling I am stranded with;  I fear I will one day lose my sanity  In tears, pain, emotions  And everything I feel too much of. I fear the darkness of this tunnel called Life  Which shows no light in the end.  And when my hand tries in vain  To hold on to anything in the journey  It all slips away into oblivion.  Dreams and Past merge  Into illusions and mirages.  I can't tell reality from desires anymore.  What is my story, and what is Yours?  I find myself lost in a maze  Of people, expectations and fate.  Then, just then, your voice calls me.  I find you in warmth.  Wrapped around my cold nerves.  In the wind that whispers,  In the light of dawn and dusk,  In sunflowers and sunsets.  Shining your light to guide me Home,  To Peace and Happiness,  Where I meet myself in bliss,  In the Love only You promise me. ~ Suranya

 If words could fly,  I would make sure  Mine reached the sky;  See the world from heaven above,  Like flocks of birds or clouds floating. My words would come down as rain  Upon every being that chants  Your name, Uses, abuses, and blames  Thinking they are different for You. My thoughts would perhaps dawn  A bit of shame,  Piercing through the society  Forcing it to change. Oh, if only,  Words could fly through  Your realms, and reach them. ~ Suranya

Bodies entwined. Hearts engaged.  Yet it is the toughest battle  To entangle the Minds;  And Stay in love. - Suranya

  Standing on the shore, arms stretched, To the sky, deep blue, and endless, She wished upon the universe, To bring some news of the beloved. Far across the ocean, Where the horizon met the sky, He had set sail on a windy day, Leaving her with hopes to survive. Questions shrouded her mind. About the uncertainties of the future. Hearts often drift apart, Distances cause rifts. Out of sight, and out of mind, Often leads to hearts that bleed. She sat every day on the shore, Awaiting news or a return. Each day her heart broke piece by piece, As hope faded like the setting sun. But it so happened one day, Where the waves came crashing on the shore, Something shone in the light of the sun. She ran to it in eagerness. And found a bottle afloat. Transparent and tightly sealed A note inside read: "If Destiny does get this to you, Let Fate guide me to you." ~ Suranya

Every child is fascinated by gas balloons and how they go up in the air. So was I. Back in the 90s, at every fair, there used to be this one old man with a bag full of balloons in all colours and a big machine to blow the gas in. The smell was really bad, yet we flocked there just to get one each. He tied the string to our wrists so that the balloon wouldn't escape. One day, as I saw my grandma deep in prayer, I looked up at the sky, trying to locate where exactly these prayers are addressed. She laughed and said, "Up there lives God in heaven. He hears all our prayers." My eyes lit up. "He does? Does he grant wishes?" "Only if you are pure at heart." She had walked away. Throughout the afternoon, in the lonely terrace, I had frowned at the sky. All I could see was clouds and the sun. Some birds flew by. Where was this heaven? And what was the address? Every time I received a letter from my cousins, they always wrote my address. I had frowned. "Th...

The wind is a wanderer. A hopeless romantic looking for a home. She dreams of stopping one day. And wishes for reasons to not roam. Reasons come and go  Like little reliefs of tempest. Don't get her wrong,  She doesn't beg for Love,  Nor does she pray for things,  Those are never meant to be. But in her dreams  She often screams "Stay". Creates a storm of her emotions,  That is destructive and roaring; But she knows, silently smiling,  Every time she tries to hold on,  Just a little longer,  She is torn in despair. Her tries often turn the world upside down. The Land ransacked in a dust storm,  The Sea upsurged in a cyclone,  None she could hold on to for long. She keeps a souvenir from each one. To remind her of all the love she gave away. As the raindrops fall in her salty tears  Repairing her heart of the pain,  Once again, she whirls away,  Ready to love again. ~ Suranya

Once the Sea asked the Sky.  "Tell me, what does it feel, to be so vast and endless?" He smiled like sun sunbeam,  taking the Sea on a ride in chariots of cloud,  to show her instead. © Suranya

 The nature of time can be of three types. Universe time, man-made time and personal time. The universe's time is flexible and based on perspective. Like with respect to Earth, a year is 365 days around the sun ( the concept of day being defined as one complete rotation), while for Jupiter it is 4330 Earth days and 11.86 Earth years for one day and one year. So with respect to Jupiter, the time taken by Earth is shorter. For man-made timing, the concept of time zones, date, hours, minutes, etc, is created to make society accept and work by a certain internationally accepted time frame. It is what man created as a part of his society for systematic running. Now, the personal timing is the most important timing when it comes to spirituality. Mystics call personal timing divine timing. It is the time with which your own life runs. Someone can get a job, or get married or have children at 24, while the same thing can be done by another at 40. Someone can hit a career high early in life...

 Maybe its time  For the rose petals to dry  And the fragrances to escape. Maybe it's time to understand  Beauty of the thorns instead. Maybe it's time to move on  From shackles of unnerving fear. Maybe it's time to embrace  Love in a real kind!  Maybe it is time  To face some demons;  God knows why  People call them emotions! Once lovelorn, twice shy,  I will perhaps see you,  On the other side. ~ Suranya

I don't want to be your moon and shine in your light. I want to be a Sun, burn myself and provide life. - Suranya

Recently, someone asked me, "How do you know it's the right one?" That got me thinking. See, for someone who hasn't found a non-imaginary answer to that yet, it's tough to say. But then, I figured in my brainstorming that we probably never know the answer to that. But we do know which are not the right ones. We eliminate those through trial and error. Now, don't get me wrong here. I am not someone who believes in broken relationships or breakups. But it is sometimes that we realise who is wrong after we get to know them. When I say "wrong", it usually doesn't mean "wrong"; it means "not right". No person is wrong in their own place. It just means they aren't right for you. I figured we can easily categorise that, rather than what or who is right. The most perfect ones, who say what you want to hear and do what you want to be done, should be the first to be wiped off your list. Because either they are absolutely faking it t...

Don't go back down that road, Dear Heart, Remember, You can do better. You deserve better, Than all the feelings you have now, Insecurities, worthlessness, shattered. Lost, mostly because a person said so, Or the world could not convince you otherwise. Learn, breathe, live. So that next time you start a conversation You can let your mind decide, "Do they really deserve my attention?" Suranya

 I OFTEN FEAR LAYING DOWN MY HEART THIS WAY,  LEST SOMEONE WALKS OVER MY FEELINGS.  I FEAR BELIEVING THESE MASK WEARING PEOPLE,  LEST SOMEONE TOYS WITH MY TRUST.  IN A WORLD FULL OF #COUPLEGOALS  ALL I SEE ARE FAKE SMILES AND ALLEGATIONS;  WHERE IS THE LOVE THAT WE OFTEN SEEK?  I FEAR OFFERING MYSELF TO ANYONE.  YES, WE ARE PERHAPS A  GENERATION OF COMMITMENT PHOBICS.  ALL FOR THE RIGHT REASONS. ~ SURANYA

Some days when you feel low or unloved, the universe has its own ways of making you believe that, as much as you believe in the magic around you, the universe gives you back the same amount of love and hope. All you need to do is look inwards, to your soul for it. When you pray, it is the universe in all its elements that comes together to give you your perfect story. Your dreams and hopes. You just need the eyes to look at everything with positivity, contentment and love, and be thankful for everything you receive. And most importantly, never forget to love the life you are blessed with. ~ Suranya

Murli ki Radha Jaisi.  Kya hai aisi koi aur kahani?  Kanha se ek dor mein bandhi  Kya thi aisi koi aur deewani? Muskurata itihas dekho,  Kahani fir se woh dohrayi,  Yugo baad firse shayad  Ek aisi deewani aur avi. Sur mein bandh ke prem ki bhasha  Aise duniya ko geet sunayi,  Ghungroo ke taal se ras ke dhun mein, Anokhi koi kahani rachai. Yug gaye, samay beeta  Krishna hamesha Radha ka kehlaya,  Par ek ladki ne badli prem ki paribhasha  Banne chali Girdhari ke premika. Preet ki kesariya ko bana ke oorni  Bas prem ke liye jee gayi,  Aise thi ek Rajkumari,  Jo Kanha ki Meera kehlayi.  ~ Suranya