From The Quill

 Tu Mujhme hai basa  Tujhe kaise dhundti rahi kahi aur? Kitaabo ke panno mein,  Kisse kahaniya, geet mein,  Har ek shakal mein. Kaise bhul gayi jhakna apne andar,  Jaha kahi dhadkano mein  Bas Tu basa. ~ Suranya

 The sound of raindrops on my panes.  Haunting wail of puppies in the lane;  The dark night in its silent, unwelcoming coldness, Existential crisis of mindfulness. No moon to muse on, no stars shining  Only the city is visible in the lightning,  Wide awake, not a wink of sleep.  Such are the days when thoughts run deep. I gather them together in the warm blanket,  Carefully hide them away in my emotional casket;  The mask of the strong has fallen for the weak,  The rain wipes it off like a magic trick. Slowly, I blend in the waters of heaven,  As it flows upon my cheeks  And I know for sure I must endure  In the path that I seek. ~ Suranya