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Monday, February 24, 2020

Love & Religion

Love comes to your life, sometimes like a storm in the summer afternoon, a relief all at once, and sometimes like a gentle breeze that fills your heart with a sense of calm. Love, just like religion, is personal in nature. Now, why do I call religion personal? Because even if you follow the same religion, your way of seeing God is always different from others. How? An atheist always believes in scientific evidence. Science is his God. Meera saw him as her soulmate and lover. To her, he was human, her husband. To most of us, they are guides, like parents, protecting us. Or perhaps an inspiration. Each person sees God in their unique way. What you feel, hope and believe looks after you is your God. None of the notions of treating God as a lover, parent, inspiration, or something that motivates can be termed wrong. Much like Love. What you feel in love with, or about it, is quite different from what another person feels. No two people feel the same about Love. No one will define love the way you do or see it in its glory, pain and pleasure like you do. Most importantly, they will never feel what you do. That's what makes love unique. And thus it lacks definition. It is different to everyone. Just like God. And there lies the magic. Of Belief and Hope.



~ Suranya

Friday, February 14, 2020

To the One

 "To someone somewhere, who can look into my eyes as an endless universe of mystery and possibilities, exactly the way I will look into his, let's write a story beyond time, place and existence. Where you are you, and you are me, I am you, and I am more than me. Let's dance around in a merry loop of time travel through star dust and moon light, to tell and retell our story time and again to the world, which often forgets, History repeats itself."

~ SURANYA

Monday, February 10, 2020

Life & Death

 I saw Death staring right at me, 

Whispering my name in the wind. 

Scared, I ran as fast as I could 

But the shadows of it still loomed.

I saw Life opening its arms 

And I hugged it tight. 

It suffocated me in its embrace 

Yet I held on with all my might.

© Suranya



Tuesday, February 4, 2020

Acceptance

 The night reflects on my soul 

Like a mirror of the truth, it beholds 

And I know I cannot run, 

I cannot hide, can't act stubborn; 

One day, I have to stop and turn, 

Accept where my heart stands.

~ SURANYA