From The Quill

 Beneath the debris of dreams  Rain drenched the soul in existential crisis  Struggling to find lost meanings. © Suranya

 In the summertime eventide  Try finding in the concrete city skyline  Windows to a thousand untold stories. © Suranya

 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

 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.

 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)

 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

 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