আমাদের গল্প

কখনো কখনো ইচ্ছা হয় হারিয়ে যাই। মনের মধ্যে যে জগৎ আছে, সেখানে। তাতে যে অনুভূতি আছে, তুমি আছো, তোমার স্মৃতি আর নাম আছে, অন্ধকার এই পৃথিবীকে নাই বা বললাম তার গল্প কথা। ওই পাহাড়, ওই সমুদ্র হাতছানি দিয়ে ডাকে। তোমার ইচ্ছা করেনা এমন একদিন হঠাৎ সব ফেলে পালাতে? আমার হাতে হাত রেখে আমার অন্তঃমন দিয়ে একবার এই পৃথিবী তাকে দেখতে? সূর্যমুখীর রং, উচ্যাপলিপ্টাস এর বন, সমুদ্র তৎ, সূর্যাস্ত কিংবা দূরে কোনো দুর্গের চুড়োতে দাঁড়িয়ে জীবনের কল্পনা করতে? কত বড় এই পৃথিবী। কত ছোট আমাদের গল্প। কোনোদিন কোন কালে লিপ্ত হয় যাবে স্মৃতির পাতায়, তবু বেঁচে থাকবো আমরা, অন্য কোনো গল্প হয়ে।

© Suranya

Silent Cry

 The fire rips through me 

And still brings mirages of hope 

To be heard, to be understood 

To be loved. For who I am.

I pay for sins that I know not of 

Yet here I am, committed to mayhem 

Apparently overthinking it.

To you, my problems are small 

Insignificant to your rich world 

Of course, you suffer from the heat, it's summer 

Of course, you don't get appreciation 

Your art is free, who will buy it?

Madness, anger, frustration 

I have been silently screaming into my pillow 

Every night for the past decades.

My tears have now dried up in hell 

Where many like me scream into the black hole 

Where our issues and complains disappear 

Before they reach your privileged ears.

I chose this life, I chose my pain 

For the little things you find insignificant 

That makes me who I am 

And enlighten my soul, richer than yours.

Your flaws, your reasons, your excuses 

I justify them all in my head 

Because I have lived with myself my whole life 

I know it is tough to be with someone like me.

I am burning in hell, not that you can tell 

From your lofty palaces in the cloud 

You can't even see this further down.

© Suranya

You

 In the darkness of the night, 

I travel through time, 

And meet you at Eternity. 

I walk across the mountains, 

Of the Abode you call home. 

I explore. I live. I love. 

I liberate my soul of a thousand emotions.

At dawn I wake, 

With a smile on my lips. 

And tears in my eyes. 

You save me. 

Every time I fall 

You enlighten me 

When darkness engulfs. 

You make me live,

With every breath. 

You are in everything and nothing. 

Yet they seek you in Temples and idols.

But you are in Nature. 

The Soul is Your Shrine. 

You are Love, and the Lover. 

You are them. 

You are Me.

© Suranya

Love Stories

 Beyond the crowd of civilisation's woе 

Stories of immortality and fondness grow; 

Of star-crossed lovers divided by fate 

Society is repeating the same mistakes.

Of caste and creed, religion and status 

Power and blood, endings disastrous. 

Of Poets who roam mad in imagination 

And Heroes who die for their beloved nation. 

Mothers who took their child to war, 

Sons who fought to prevent their Jauhar. 

Then again, there are monuments of Love, 

That glow in glory in the moon beam and star dust.

And some stories lost in the pages of the past, 

Tales of war and cries of lust; 

Of queens who followed their kings to exile, 

And princesses who waited all their lives to unite. 

Waiting with eager, anxious eyes on the horizon 

In their palaces, they lived in oblivion;

Let this universe be made of such Love, 

That lives beyond a day's celebration and show off. 

Let the promises be loud and clear, 

And Love is an act of valour. 

Let stories like these, big and small 

Be eternal and live on.

© Suranya