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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

Absence

 He woke in sweat, in the midnight, upset 

Hollow heart filled with memories of regret.

The dreams still bled of her smile and face.

Trying hard to forget, 

Through the puffs of cigarette 

He realised wide awake in bed, 

Her smell, her feel, words unsaid, 

Had left his heart in a mess; 

Absence was indeed her presence in grace.

© 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



Sunday, February 2, 2020

Illusional

 No one will ever get to my soul. 

It's shrouded in darkness. 

Mystery of the unknown. 

Unreachable thoughts. 

It's untouched. 

Unlike my body. 

Unexploited. 

Unlike my heart. 

It seeks. In vain.

If you think you know my soul, 

Think again. 

Was it my soul you saw? 

Or an illusion of what you wanted to see? 

If you think you know me, 

Think again. 

Was it me you knew, or perhaps, 

Who do I want you to know?

Are you livid at my words, 

Scared of my thoughts?

Did you embrace the Queen of Darkness? 

In turbulent emotional manipulation, 

Thinking her to be the Princess of Light?

Of Love, Hope and Joy?

I laugh at your naivety.

It's not my fault.

 You believed in things that never existed. 

Illusions are the greatest Magic, they say. 

And it was you 

Who called Love the greatest Magic, remember? 

So here I am, your Magician.

© Suranya