Perspective

Nazariyaan alag ho 

Toh zarurat nahi ke koi galat ho.

Perspective can be different 

Not necessarily wrong.

© Suranya

Open Endings

 We were, for a long time 

Sharing everything under the sun 

I didn't know it was so important 

To chase people all the time; 

I always wondered why I lost them 

Perhaps 1 grew out of them 

Or they evolved more than me.

Our views changed on things; 

Politics, religion, caste, creed, phobias 

Things that didn't matter once 

Now became relevant.

Or perhaps I was selfish enough 

Didn't ask, how you are? 

But did you know my tears? 

My fears and failures? 

Before you judged my intentions?

Our story is short and unexpected 

It stops at an open end 

I don't know whether we will talk again 

Or ever see each other's face 

Our bond is now like a tree in autumn 

The leaves have slowly fallen 

But there's still hope for spring 

I keep my heart's door open 

Lest you want to come home again.

© Suranya

Unsend

 Every time I read the letters 

I had handwritten for you 

Each line, each word 

Almost praying for the impossible

Hoping you would stay, 

Wishing for a story to start before it ends;

Now that you are gone, 

A story is left half-finished;

I leave them sealed, 

Gathering dust like my leftover feelings. 

I am glad they never reached your doorsteps.

I am glad I never asked for your address.

Some stories are better this way.

© Suranya