Spirit Animal

 Slow and steady hidden from gaze

I meander like a river across the graze; 

Twist and turn until I reach my destination

Why are you so scared of my mention?

Swift and stealthy, my eyes shine 

Like precious stones from a mine.

I raise my hood, 

Looking for danger in the wood, 

Not crossing your way 

Unless on my way you stood. 

What scares you? I know not.

For my poison doesn't kill my own 

I shed and change like your mind does; 

But my skin, not in your ways, 

My skin is new but I remain the same 

Unlike you who changes everyday.

© Suranya

Rendezvous Tonight

 You and I often meet 

Where the night meets the morning, 

You enlighten my darkness 

With your ray of hope; 

And I wake from my slumber 

Of unawareness.

Your consciousness plays in my subconscious, 

I hold on to you 

Like the wind tries to hold on 

To sand in the desert in vain.

I feel you near me 

Till the nights disappear into mornings; 

And you slip away slowly, 

Like the stars fading into blue.

I wake up with 

A feeling of emptiness in my heart 

And longing in my soul, 

Until I see you again in my dreams 

When the darkness engulfs. 

And silence reigns in the heart.

~ Suranya

Stories

Stories reincarnate themselves; with time, they refuse to perish. Instead, they change forms. From the wise men who once told tales, to the handwritten books and printed texts, audios, ebooks and visuals, Motion pictures and animation. Stories don't die. They always find a way to reach your heart.

~ Suranya

Finding You

In between surviving the apocalypse. 

Breathing and being unable to breathe, 

Living yet not being alive, 

Loneliness, depression, anxiety. 

Sleepless nights and unsaid words, 

Happiness momentarily stops by 

As I find bliss in You.

You soothe the broken heart with hope, 

Mend the scattered dreams to cope 

Let's not fool the world, shall we? 

Let's not tell them we are alone in bliss.

We crave someone to stay and keep.

A hand to hold, a voice to reassure.

A hug so warm that worries melt.

Attention, validation, momentary crushes, 

Temporary things can make you happiest. 

Yet you crave the fights and hurt, 

Permanent tattoos in your heart. 

In a world where options are plentiful 

Yet distances as a compulsion, 

Never could be easy!

Has the heart stopped looking?

Has the soul stopped calling?

Pray not, it keeps the kindled spirit burning. 

~ Suranya

Abuse

She hid the bruises beneath the full sleeves. The concealer perfectly hid the blue patches and dark circles. Taking his arm with a smile, she walked into the party, ready to play the perfect wife. After all, her parents had reassured her, "It will be alright. He loves you." Of course he did. Every time he hit her and apologised. He said so. Voices echoed in her head every time she forced a laugh. "No one should know of this. You can't walk out just like that. We won't be able to show our faces in society!"

~ Suranya

Lost

 My salty tears turn themselves 

Into oceans of turbulent emotions; 

In the darkest night 

When the moon cannot shine through, 

Even the most transparent soul, 

Thick blanket of clouds 

Of doubts overshadow the light 

You refuse to come to my view, O sleep!

That takes me to lands beyond my reach, 

The soul feels trapped in the mortal body now.

Perhaps waiting to be released. 

I seek an identity beyond this face, 

A recognition beyond this name. 

My hands reach out in the darkness in vain, 

Find only names, titles, and relationships

That sinks my soul further into mortality.

© Suranya