From The Quill

 Raindrops fall like tears  On the rosy cheeks of Heaven,  Deafening on the window panes,  I can't hear the world outside.  But I hear You, wrath and roar,  Speak to me in whispers of the wind,  Tell me stories in rustling leaves. Enlighten me if You please,  Of what lies beyond, and above,  Endless, boundless and far.  How insignificant this Fakira is,  Like a meteor among the millions of stars.  Waiting to die out someday,  Falling in her Beloved's lap. ~ Suranya

 A Sage set out to roam the world  Teach it things he had known. First in the crowd, he spotted a man,  Fighting with another over a loan unreturned. "Oh, these money-hungry rats!" The Sage spoke, irked. "Desire destroys!" He reminded his followers. He roamed about a park and spotted a few teens. "Raging hormones!" He shrugged, "Desire extreme." He met a performer, pausing for claps,  "You desire fame." He warned her. A writer refused to sell away his art. "You desire recognition, let it go." He warned, "Or else starve!" Back to his humble hut, alone at last,  He suddenly felt a restlessness,  Sick in the stomach. Doctors were called, Fakirs summoned,  Some gave him tricks, some advised, all amiss. The wise old man gave him a cup of drink,  "God calls this elixir of life, try some." "This can work, it seems", with that  He drank the wine down, slept in peace,  Waiting for a miracle to unfold in ea...

There was a time when if you told them, "Hey, not only can you talk to people anywhere across the world in real time, but you can also see them." They would probably have dismissed it as a crazy idea. The people in a pandemic that hit a hundred years ago lived through words and letters. Letters that sometimes arrived after the person had arrived or passed away. Years probably went by without seeing someone's face or hearing their voice. It's amazing to imagine how people survived it all. The restrictions. The distances. And the longing. Especially when mental health issues were a myth. We humans most often take things for granted. And count what we don't have. But aren't we blessed to have technology today the way it is? Bringing people closer virtually. © Suranya

THERE ARE NO HEROES AND VILLAINS IN LIFE. EVERYONE IS BOTH. ~ Suranya

HISTORY MEANS TO PRESERVE WHAT ONCE WAS. NOT TO RECREATE IT. ~ Suranya

FEMINISM IS ABOUT EQUALITY, NOT HATING MEN. EQUALITY IS ABOUT SHARING AND PARTNERSHIPS. NOT ABOUT WHOSE PHYSICAL STRENGTH IS GREATER. ~ Suranya

HALF KNOWLEDGE AND FULL OPINION IS  MORE HARMFUL THAN A PANDEMIC. ~ Suranya

UNPOPULAR OPINION, WIKIPEDIA AND GOOGLE ARE NOT HISTORY BOOKS. ~ Suranya

 I often wondered who a Muse is,  How does one soul, Perhaps nonexistent, attract many? Is it a person, or a place, what do I seek? One fine morning opened my eyes,  And perhaps it answered me. Rumi's verse read: "What You Seek Is Seeking You!" And for a moment, my heart made a leap. My journey to look for You  It has been quite taxing,  Painful and rebellious. Let's stop playing hide and seek,  Let's stop pretending to be weak,  I have stopped looking for You,  In every person around me. You make my heart beat miles,  As I pen down Your thoughts.  You never had a face in my imagination,  Just gestures to tell You apart.  I have seen the world in monochrome,  I have now seen reality.  I have stopped looking for You. I know perhaps,  You are just another character in my story! Perhaps the Muse I sought after,  Hoping him to be flesh and blood,  But I know You are too perfect,  To be true in this cru...