Inspiration

Whenever Life gets tough

I seek solace in people of the past.

People who mark their lives

In pages of History.

With their blood, sweat and sacrifice.

I tell myself, "They had it worse,

You can survive this."

Lift myself up because who will,

If not me?

I treat life's obstacles,

As minor inconveniences,

Because they taught me

Life could be way worse.

I wait for things that never happen

Put my faith in fate's cruel play

I often wonder what life was like

For all those immortals

In the pages of novels.

They fought all odds,

Wins and Losses

And emerged from the battles of life

So why can't I?

I read their stories with hope and belief

That everything in the end seems fine.

~ Suranya

Count the Blessings

Some days you don't feel like getting out of bed, you want sickness to engulf you, finding comfort in the fact that it will help you rest, yet it doesn't. A sore throat makes you restless, and everything you planned goes haywire. You don't like the music you otherwise groove to, you can't write a sentence without hating yourself, you can't look at the mirror without self-criticism, watching anything feels irking, and you have no idea what will make you feel better. You try everything from self-pampering to pep-talk and often try to find some comfort in people who you think understand you. Yet, you oddly find them irking too. On these days, take a step back, stop being harsh on yourself and be grateful you got through yet another bad day, keeping your darkest thoughts at bay.

© Suranya

Outcast Love

The crowd parted, and I saw you again. 

After how many years? I need not remember.

Your hair has a hint of grey, your smile

Now form lines under your eyes.

You spot me, and your smile fades.

What is it that I see in your eyes?

Regret? Pity? Perhaps admiration.

Someone introduces us again.

Your job title changed, 

As did my surname.

He jokes that I write about lost love 

Despite having everything I ever dreamt of.

You look at me with a weary smile. 

I pretend not to recognise you.

We greet each other in single syllables.

He leaves us alone in awkward silence 

Amidst a crowd chattering and mingling

We draw our eyes away, then stare back.

~ Suranya

Your Realms

I walk through the arches of the past 

Seeking You in the little traces that last 

Of Your existence beyond books.

Of stories of Bards, that history refuses to tell 

I look for You in mirrors and reflections 

Within my soul and contemplation 

And what troubles me is to know 

That You never knew me.

I look beyond Your bravery and might 

At everything the man dreamt of at that time 

And I ask the Dyers of Dreams 

To colour my life in Your name.

I am obsessed, possessed, beyond repair. 

Seeking answers in despair 

My soul refuses to stay put here 

In an era far beyond Yours.

~ Suranya

Heart's Desire

You walk towards me 

As light as a feather 

As radiant as the morning sun 

As promising as hope. 

You stop as if to admire 

A flower or a butterfly over it. 

I am mesmerized by your innocence 

Captivated by your smile 

And I often wonder, 

Is a soul as impure as mine, 

Bathed in blood of dozens 

Worthy of you, My Princess?

Your horse gallops through the fort 

People bow in respect 

You understand them 

Even when you watch from afar 

Like a God they worship 

Up in a pedestal above all. 

Stories of your valour 

Are retold to children 

As they idolise you. 

And I, secretly blush and beam 

In a pride only I know, 

For I know the prince they admire 

Is the man who chose me, 

Scars and flaws and all.

~Suranya

Karmic

What if I told you this is not the end?

You see, with some people. 

It's a loop, rather than a straight line.

You meet, you leave, but you can't escape. 

What if I told you, we haven't met here

But before we were, after we will be 

In some other name, at some other place?

What if you realise we are a boon 

And a curse, in a maze 

We keep running around.

What do I make of this longing 

The way I feel like lingering, 

In your presence 

And lamenting your absence.

The way our skins touch 

Sparks fly, it's not fireworks 

But a whole show of lights! 

What if I make you wonder, 

What are we? Why are we here?

Finding our way back to each other 

Every time we decide not to.

All I can say is, "I will be your first heartbreak 

Be my first love?"

~ Suranya