From The Quill

 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