From The Quill

The earphones playing কেন মেঘ আসে হৃদয় আকাশে তোমারে দেখিতে দেয় না while I occupy the quiet window seat of an otherwise packed bus in the evening hours of a busy office day in the city of joy. As the bus approaches the city, outbound Vivekananda Hoogly Setu with a spectacular view of the Grand Hotel, Victoria Memorial, Eden Gardens, Samriddhi Bhavan, Princep and even Howrah Bridge from the top, it starts to rain. Sure enough, the weather predictions were right about the season's first Kalbaisakhi. There's something I look forward to about the first storm and first rain. Even when I am terribly scared of thunderstorms, I still wait for the wind to play across the city, gushing into homes and swaying the magnificent trees, rustling in a chaotic musical orchestra of nature, and finally, when it starts to rain, the wind makes patterns out of it. Soon, the smell of petrichor hits you with nostalgia. There's something about it that reminds you of good days and childhood. Today, th...

 I cried my heart out today  Cleaned my soul of all the agony  The pain, fear, hurt and anger  That I managed to keep hidden  From the world for so many days. I have a problem. I think my problems are smaller than yours. They probably are. Hence, I don't share with you. It builds up a storm inside me. I try to break free from the feeling  Of suffocation, claustrophobia and guilt. What am I even guilty of? My own sufferings? They say suffering creates art. But my soul is tired and tested. My overthinking brain works like a hamster  Stuck on a loop wheel and can't stop. I am a walking red flag,  With my flaws, issues and definitely my personality. I am self-absorbed, obsessive and sometimes  Borderline narcissistic even.  But I try, I will keep on trying.  Life is a battle, and I refuse  To give up just yet. © Suranya

 All your life, you stare at Death. But never even feel for once  That life itself is Death's flipside. You are dying with every breath,  All your life has been a lie. An illusion you travel through,  Is all that life is; To reach its destination, Death. © Suranya