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
The Shore hid treasures of shells,
Like a man with secrets,
Calm, quiet, with intent,
Appearing like an unsolved puzzle to the Sea.
In the distance, the hues of the setting sun
In the vast, endless Sky,
Spread light across the world.
The rays touching the Sea gently,
As the Sky watched her dance,
Kissing her waves are blood red.
The red was perhaps a pinch of vermilion,
The Sky painted the Sea with.
He made her a reflection of him,
From the blues to the darkness;
Days and nights, the unaware Sea reflected in his colour,
While she had tried all her life in vain
To meet the mysterious shores
Perhaps impress him with her pearls.
The Sky met the Sea silently, in all his vastness,
Claiming her as his, reflecting his strength and flaws on her,
As the lovelorn Sea, tired of chasing the shores,
That paid no heed to her turbulent waves,
Finally looked up and saw the Sky.
Accepting the unrequited love in his existence
And finally accepted him with love.
So, every day at dawn and dusk,
The Sea met the Sky in colours of scarlet,
In union, love and promises,
Giving us the most beautiful sunrises and sunsets.
© 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
Bloodshed and war, killing the innocent,
Machines are making humans weaker,
I stand here today, watching glaciers melt.
Forests turn to arid lands,
The chirp of birds dying in the traffic snarl,
Animals are endangered, and civilisation is threatened
And I ask you,
O evil Mind. Is this the progress you promised?
© 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
