Irregular

For every few pairs of heartbeat,

I often skip a beat.

Separate and unique,

The doctor said it is a disorder,

But as I lay sleepless in bed,

I count the beats, until for every odd one,

I lose the rhythm, begin all over again.

I often wonder why, my heart doesn't make music

Like yours?

Why mine is chosen to be this way?

I never knew how people skip a beat,

Seeing someone they love.

I skip beats all the time.

Then I found you,

In you, I discovered myself,

I found my music and understood

All my odd beats have been kept away

Just for you.

~ Suranya

 

Prison Break

Trapped in four walls,

You feel an urge to break free 

Barriers of brick are all you see.

You want to step out 

Feel the precious breeze, 

And explore the world. 

Forbidden to see. 

Is it because the heart just wants to rebel?

Is it because you know you can't?

Trapped in your limitations, 

Of knowledge, awareness and traditions, 

Of you, me and them, yours and theirs, 

Why do you never feel like breaking free?

What should and should not be, 

Right or wrong, morals and values, 

Doesn't your mind ever feel the chains? 

That binds it down to the society so insane?

Boundaries shroud its path every day 

Of politics, caste, creed, and religion; 

Patriarchy, misogyny, and perceived notions.

Trapped in your comfort zone, 

The same routine of expectations, 

Living to die, yet not alive, 

In shackles of century-old traditions.

Why is it that your body feels trapped, 

When it is really the mind imprisoned 

Hoping to be set free.

~ Suranya

Life

 Life is the teacher as well as the lesson ~ Suranya