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Friday, June 28, 2019

Goodbye

 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



Wednesday, June 26, 2019

Blur


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



Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Alone

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

Walls Have Ears

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

SURANYA

Monday, June 24, 2019

Their Fate

 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



Thursday, June 20, 2019

Trust Issues

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

~ Suranya

Crimson

 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 unrequited love in his existence 

And finally accepted him with love.

So, every day at dawn and dusk, 

The Sea met the Sky in colours of scarlet, 

In union, love and promises, 

Giving us the most beautiful sunrises and sunsets.

© Suranya



Sunday, June 16, 2019

Rejected

Every day I leave my heart at your Doorstep.

Every night, I gather its broken pieces from your Trashbin.

~ SURANYA

Friday, June 14, 2019

Anxiety

 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



Monday, June 10, 2019

Yuvraj

 "What are super heroes?"

"Ones who can die to get the job done."

"Have you seen any?"

"No."

AUR PHIR AYA YUVRAJ SINGH!

~ Suranya

Sunday, June 9, 2019

World Cup

World Cups bring about a lot of nostalgia. Every time that anthem plays, with the Jersey, faces of players, and the national flag in slow motion and the crowd at the ground echoes with "Jai Jai Jai Jai Hey", the heart is overwhelmed. You feel goosebumps. I remember our school days when the canteen kaka had a radio set in his pocket. And after every class got over, someone from our class used to ask, "Score koto?" Times changed from "Sachin hai kya?" To "Yuvi Mahi hai kya?" And from counting Sachin's 100s to Kohli's. Back then, when most houses didn't have colour TVs and cables, there used to be this huge crowd outside every TV shop, cheering and shouting no less than the crowd at the ground itself. Some passersby would go around and ask, "Who is playing?" If the match was a nailbiter, this poor soul was often unanswered or rebuked. But changes are inevitable. Changes are good. From having strong batting line-ups to stronger bowling line-ups, we have changed for good. Today I watch my nephew ask me the same questions about the game that I once asked as a kid. Only now I have the answers. From "India hai last ball tak kuch bhi ho sakta hai," we have happily moved to "Mahi hai kuch bhi ho sakta hai." The game has taught us to hope. To cheer team efforts. And sportsman spirit. And every four years, it gives me a gentle reminder that some things don't change. Every time I see that crowd outside a TV showroom, fewer in number, yes, but still equally enthusiastic; or someone in a school dress asks someone the score a little worried, or every time my heart races when Mahi hits the ball up in the air or Virat swings it to the keeper, I know some things don't change. They just take you down memory lane and make you relive your carefree days again.

~ SURANYA

Saturday, June 8, 2019

Stop It!

Too dark. Use fairness creams.

Too pale. Are you anaemic?

Too fat. Stop eating.

Too skinny. Feed her something.

Four-eyed Battery. How many fingers do you see?

Short hair, grow it long and be girly.

Tomboys. Are you a lesbian?

Body hair. Why don't you shave it up?

Acne marks. Use beauty filters.

So tall. Where will you get a groom?

Too short. You look like you haven't grown.

That Lipstick shade is not for her.

The dress doesn't fit.

She looks slutty, expects to be a hotty!

Such a nerd, clothes absurd!

You will tell me everything now, even why I exist?!

~ SURANYA

Thursday, June 6, 2019

Key to My Heart

I GAVE YOU THE KEY TO MY HEART. BUT YOU JUST WALKED AWAY CARELESSLY ONE DAY, WITHOUT LOCKING IT SAFELY. IT WAS PLUNDERED IN YOUR ABSENCE. NOW, SOMEONE ELSE HAS MADE IT A HOME INSTEAD. DON'T COME BACK BECAUSE THEY HAVE CHANGED THE LOCK AS WELL.

~ Suranya

Wednesday, June 5, 2019

Spirit Animal

 Slow and steady hidden from gaze

I meander like a river across the graze; 

Twist and turn until I reach my destination

Why are you so scared of my mention?

Swift and stealthy, my eyes shine 

Like precious stones from a mine.

I raise my hood, 

Looking for danger in the wood, 

Not crossing your way 

Unless on my way you stood. 

What scares you? I know not.

For my poison doesn't kill my own 

I shed and change like your mind does; 

But my skin, not in your ways, 

My skin is new but I remain the same 

Unlike you who changes everyday.

© Suranya



Saturday, June 1, 2019

Precious

I meet you every time, leaving a part of me behind, just for you. Every time we separate, with each crashing wave. A shell or two, Precious pearl from the blue; You in turn hide my gift carefully Beneath the calm of your sand.

~ Suranya