Uprooted

 In a hundred years, the city has changed 

People, climate, concrete jungles 

I witnessed it all in silence; 

The flowers died in people's laughter, 

The animals were lost in the crowd's clusters.

Until today, I stood proud 

But the gust has now uprooted me.

The birds and bees escaped on time, 

As all of me came crashing down.

People gasped, the rain lashed; 

All my fruits went scattering about.

A single root stays grounded still, 

I smile at nature's wrath in disbelief.

Kind she is, giver of life 

And yet she destroys, 

Takes away a thousand lives.

Light dawned on me as I saw, 

Many more are struggling with the storm.

"Alive I am! And breathing still, 

The storm can do no more harm to me.

© Suranya

Knowledge

 There you go to the glittering gold shops,

Buying the expensive textiles and hardware 

Enough to reflect on your status

To show off to envious relatives.

Your ignorant gazes are blinded by vanity.

For the most precious riches are those your eyes can't see.

The awareness of the vast universe, 

And how insignificant are thee.

Once you leave the realms, you can no longer see your riches.

Your soul will whirl in thin air just like

That beggar you winced at on the street.

But the Fakira who chose knowledge over it.

I live on in ideas and thoughts, 

Revolution and rebels, stories and words.

Her soul was enlightened by the richness of the verse.

For your riches can turn to rags with tide 

Your friends can become enemies 

Your luck can run out with time.

But knowledge, once earned, where does it go?

It stays in your heart and lights up the soul. 

It makes you richer and teaches you humbly 

How fragile is life and all the desires you chase 

In the endless Universe that lies around 

Just like your mind, in darkness.

© Suranya

We Don't Talk Anymore

 You live inside those six inches screens, 

Twenty four - seven, without a blink, 

Denying your loneliness, seeking attention; 

You make friends and start conversations.

You run from app to app, 

Addicted to pretence perhaps.

Relationships are limited to ten second reply rules, 

Attraction by emojis and stickers you choose; 

Constant urges to stay in touch, 

Even though you don't speak that much.

And from a world only you can see,

Those blue ticks drive you crazy!

You withdraw and judge fast, 

Your ego is fed by "Who Should Text First?"

Conversation stops, 

Strangers drift apart, 

Every side has the same story once it's over,

"We don't talk anymore."

© Suranya

Wait

 I sit in a corner of the street, 

My beard messy, and nails unclean, 

Clothes torn, like a costume from Halloween.

Their eyes scared, follow me all day, 

"Careful, a madman." They'd say. 

The innocent faces stare at me, being led away 

Some are kind enough to offer a treat, 

Others pretend I don't exist; 

It's been months and years since that day, 

I know not how many have passed in wait, 

Since they left me here, saying, 

"We will come back soon, just stay."

© Suranya

Falling In Lust

 Lips part as if to whisper a prayer 

But no words escape it. 

Your fingertips linger on the edge.

Of her body, like she is a nymph 

You are craving on the wall of a temple. 

You know every scar and mole in her body 

Like it was a shrine to you. 

Her youth is a blooming lotus. 

In your garden of desire.

But why do you pause when they ask who she is? 

Why do you inhale every time she asks

What you like about her? 

Everything, you say, hoping to please her.

She smiles and brushes off the empty feeling.

that creeps in 

As you cuddle in bed. 

Every time you make love to her, 

She knows it. 

You know it. 

There is no denying it. 

You know her inch by inch. 

In the darkness of the right 

But in the light of dawn 

Her soul is still a stranger.

©Suranya

My Muse

 I stand beneath your stone statue, 

Staring at a distant dream, 

I feel like I have belonged here, 

Since eternity or so it seems.

People call you History, 

The perfect hero of the past.

You to them is a warrior, 

Perhaps a king, fighting for freedom. 

You to me is a Heart, 

That battles against the brain, 

Stands alone against the odds of every pain.

You come across as perhaps a rebel child. 

To me, you fought for your belief. 

To them, you were about the war, 

To me, you are her Love.

All they see is a statue or two, 

Your values and soul forgotten. 

They remember you for two days a year, 

While the rest seem unimportant.

© Suranya