From The Quill

 There is something about you I can't quite forget. Perhaps the sunshine reminds me  Of the way you talked,  The night reminds me of the way  We met in a tryst of sheer ecstasy;  The mountains remind me  There was a life waiting beyond it,  And the rain reminds me  Of my lovelorn heart  That has never found a way  To erase you from the mind. I sit here, amidst the storm, wondering  Was there more to our story?  More to love than we could ever know.  And my teardrops turn into pearls.  That now adorn the white marble dome. I wish to see you again, in dreams  Hold you near and sin,  But somehow with every ray of light,  You slip away like lost hope. ~ Suranya

Skipping through the songs that hurt,  Writing down my thoughts in the dark  Reading between your lines since the start  I realised how naive I was to fall prey  To your overly charming ways.  Gathering the pieces of me you scattered around  All the trauma you left in rebukes all along  I decided to live for me instead.  I fixed my heart, 'coz I realised  Trying to undo the past and forget it was insane,  But moving on was not impossible  'Seeing' you was all it took to realise my mistake.  © Suranya

 Gayero se kya sikhayat karna  Apne bhi kaha samajhte hai tumhe? Kaha hai manzil kya jaanta hai dil? Bas musafir hai ek anjaan safar mein. Koi apna nahi koi geyer nahi,  Kabhi andhere mein dekho toh, Parchayee bhi kaha saath nibhati hai.  Gayero se kya sikayat karna,  Apne bhi kaha samajhte tumhe.  Apno se kya sikwa karna,  Jab khud bhi samajh nahi aata,  Yeh Dil akhir chahta kya hai? © Suranya

 In the sky, so beautifully mesmerised  On the sea, art is God's canvas. In the hairline, blessed, & divine. On the forehead, power and grace. In the blood, kin, pedigree, war,  A sign of pride. On the clothes, fiery and in control,  And flags, brave and bold. Why is it then only when  Red appears monthly for a woman in shame? © Suranya

 তখন অনেক রাত, সকাল অনেক দূরে। স্বপ্ন হঠাৎ হাতছানি দেয় অজানা এক দিশে। অচেনা সুর কানে বাজে,  তবু কি সত্যিই জানা না?  পথ যে ছিল বড়োই কঠিন সে পথ চলা মানা। ফিরে তাকাই অবাক আমি, স্বপন পানে চেয়ে। স্বপ্ন যে আমার পিছে আসছে যেন ধেয়ে। অবাক হয়ে ভাবি আমি ক্লান্ত দিশাহারা, স্বপ্ন ও কি খোঁজে তাদের, স্বপ্ন খোঁজে যারা?" © Suranya

 I fluttered my eyes open  And saw the light above my head.  Is this heaven or hell? I wondered.  Oh, it was, but a doctor's table.  I see the man in blurred vision.  Accompanied by another. "What happened here?"  He asked the intern  Who mumbled something unclear.  I tried to speak, complain even  About the stabbing pain in my chest.  I know not what happened to me,  I was just lying in my bed.  I probably am too feeble.  My words didn't reach him.  I saw a scalpel come down.  Right on my chest.  The men spoke in language.  I didn't quite understand.  "What are you doing to me? What has happened?"  I panicked, but my words went unheard. "Hmm", the older one removed his gloves,  Then his surgical mask  Turned to the other in a clear voice to say  "Put it back in, Rigour Mortis has set in."  Hell, I was in a morgue. © Suranya