From The Quill

 I often wonder as you speak,  Spread your venom through words and deeds, What does it take to be kind? Why is it so hard to find? Perhaps you need a little empathy,  A bit of tolerance,  A pinch of humility  And a lot of love,  Is it so hard to lack? What does it take to be nice? A few good words,  A little encouragement  Finding positivity  And a lot of confidence. I wonder why the world has lost its kindness. Perhaps because in putting others down  In making them cry  In proving others wrong  And abusing their ideas; One seeks the superiority  They otherwise lack vision. ~ Suranya

 Does my voice not reach you? Does my breath not echo? I keep repeating myself,  In desperate need to be heard. Why am I so difficult to interpret? Is my language different from yours? Why am I so hard to understand? Or do you ever try to? Each passing day, each dark night,  Little by little, my heart beats slower  I slip into oblivion in shreds of the past Hoping to be immortal,  In ink and ideas; I write down everything you can't hear  In verses, phrases and letters. Hoping that some day,  Long after I leave,  Someone will understand them,  Hear me plead. Connect to the voices silenced,  Value my thoughts. It is perhaps then,  I will truly LIVE through my words. ~ Suranya

 What is true peace? In between the words and verses,  In the smell of books, old and new,  And the knowledge that lay,  Waiting to be discovered;  There is a tiny space between the chapters,  In blank white pages, for you and me,  To discover ourselves in. That, my friend, is peace,  Of the mind, heart and soul,  That is eager to conquer knowledge  With Wisdom. ~ Suranya