Meaning

 Beneath the debris of dreams 

Rain drenched the soul in existential crisis 

Struggling to find lost meanings.

© Suranya

Eventide

 In the summertime eventide 

Try finding in the concrete city skyline 

Windows to a thousand untold stories.

© Suranya

Blur

The Moon looks like a big spotlight,

Fairy Lights like fireflies,

The street lights lost in focus,

Everything around me looks blurred.

Searching frantically, what for you ask?

No, Not Love, that's such a hard task

Finding my glasses, the vision cleared.

© Suranya

Their Fate

 Jasmine and roses abloom, 

Moonlight on the marble floor of the room, 

Every night in the darkest hours 

Under the veil of stars, 

Her eyes shone with pearl drops 

Cheeks like stars.

Stardust made magic and moonbeam ripples, 

On the water of the Yamuna below the fortress.

It was then that the gust of wind 

Brought with it a familiar touch 

Someone whispered to her from afar, 

As if she never belonged here. 

Struggling between the cups of wine 

She dared to remember him as divine, 

One who embraced death for her fame, 

Alas! She could never embrace his name.

© Suranya

Monsoon

 My heart is wild and in a frenzy 

Like a sudden spell of rain 

Makes a peacock dance. 

For I see you then, 

O Lover of Love, 

In amidst the grey scale clouds, 

Like a ray of sunshine, 

Rebelling through the sky.

I see you in the soaking earth 

That smells so sweet.

I see you in that puddle and mud, 

Perhaps a rainbow rarely in sight. 

In the raindrops making art 

On the window panes it hit. 

In the music they make 

On each plastic sheet.

The monsoon has arrived in all its glory 

And with each droplet that falls, 

Like a waterfall 

Curving through my body 

Into my soul, I feel you nearer, in me, 

As the monsoon drenches me in your love!

© Suranya

Perception of the Insomniac Mind

 The moon reminds me 

Of how in the darkest of times

We are truly alone. 

The stars veil the night sky, twinkling 

Almost touching the skyscrapers 

In a distant concrete jungle. 

The leaves rustle in whispers. 

The owl hoots often, 

One by one, the fireflies light up 

And arrive at my window. 

My words scribble on paper. 

My thoughts were disoriented

In a state of numbness 

Sometimes I cry over a song, 

Over stories of the past 

What we could be and never were. 

Sometimes I overthink 

Every conversation plays in a loop 

The punctuation and emojis overanalysed.

© Suranya.

The Dead Poet & Other Stories

 A notebook stained with blood 

Unnamed poet, missing in the crowd 

Someone's wait for a reunion never fulfilled, 

Someone's goodbye was never said. 

Of an innumerable number of lifeless bodies.

A poem half finished, some lost in the wind 

Who will remember the stories behind them?

Who will know the unfinished tales 

That ended within moments 

On a derailed train track 

Or those whose lives changed forever 

While you are too busy to blame and shame.

© Suranya

(On the occasion of a Train Tragedy in 2023)

An Ode to Nature

 I fall in love every day.

It comes as easily as I breathe.

I fall in love with the sky, 

With how it changes into 

Thousand shades of blue.

I fall in love with the wind, 

How it whispers in my ears 

Plays with my hair.

I fall in love with the leaves, 

How they rustle 

Make music under my feet.

I fall in love with sunshine and rain 

Playing hide and seek again.

I fall for the aroma of flowers, 

For the sunset in the hills, 

The stars from the fort, 

The smell of the soaked soil, 

The sight of bright yellow sunflowers;

I fall in love every day. 

Just not with people anymore.

© Suranya

Change

 If only changing names could change the story,

I would have called You - My Beloved.

If only new names meant erasing the past, 

I would have renamed myself Your Lover. 

If only the present could be without the past, 

We would be nothing but hollow inside.

For the past makes the future; 

Stories cannot be untold.

History cannot be undone 

And truth simply wiped.

© Suranya