From The Quill of Suranya

Water over the head  Drowning in a sea of blood, Sweat and tears, blurry vision, A voice echoes in the chaos Of screaming bodies, silent minds.  Ideas do not die.  People do.  Ideas build societies.  People break them.  Ideas cause rebellion.  People suppress them.  Ideas are loud,  People silence them.  But when enough is enough  One idea multiplies into thousands, The silence screams into deafening noise Of resistance and protest; A cause brings about a crowd  That always hopes  It can change the world.  ~ Suranya

"Are you man enough?" Someone sneers, "You walk like a woman" they say. "Are you really a woman?  You talk like a man." They say. They stare, laugh and bully, I turn to their ignorance as I answer - "I am Brihannala. Cross dressing in disguise."  "I am Shikhandi who battles his enemies."  "I am Yuvanashva. The pregnant king."  "I am Ayyappa, Son of Vishnu and Shiva."  "I am Bhagiratha, born of two queens."  "I am Aravan." "I am Mitra."  "I am. I am. I am."  Respected and accepted In a society  That once was. I wonder as I put on the rouge,  Dance my heart out in the pride walk, Never feeling more seen, More liberated, more validated; Do they really care? People stare, people judge, people are mean. But never before did they ask us, Prove who you are, biologically. What about my feelings? The way I identify?  What about my choices of sexuality and vibe?  A test to confirm who I...

The cry of the peacock haunts me  The scared call of the animals beyond  What have you done, mankind?  Where are your moral grounds?  We watch them burn  Being grazed on the grounds  Thousands of homes,  Millions of hopes abandoned.  All because Man wants  War and progression;  To develop a planet  Where only the rich survive,  Buy oxygen to breathe,  Make synthetic food to eat  And boast about a healthy life. ~ Suranya

Humanity is dead,  It is their funeral today.  Venue, you ask?  On the street of Intolerance. Turn left on Phobia,  And you will see the building of Privilege. Reach the floor of Misogyny,  Don't confuse it with Patriarchy,  They may look the same, but they aren't. You will find the hall of Racism, In the darkest corner of that floor;  Enter through the gate of Casteism,  Carry your identity cards along too.  Otherwise, you will be termed "Refugees". But what will you do at the funeral?  Nobody is in attendance at such a mania  Because it's not trending on social media.  ~ Suranya

 Once in a Universe of parallel time,  Was a human, appreciating the sky. On the tree beside them, chirped a bird; Looking out for prey was a puppy,  Near the water, not very far. From the water, a fish poked their nose out, Thus began a conversation That led to no solution. "I can see the sky  From where I lie,"  Smiled the human,  "In simple shades of blue and white. Perhaps a dusk in pink,  A dawn in red,  Or a yellow flicker of light." "I can see the sky from where I stand" The bird chirped in glee,  "It's a shade of royal purple,  Can't you see?" "My sky is blue and yellow" The puppy woofed,  "Loyal I am, not a liar.  Why can't you see what I see?" "I live in the water, blurred all around," The fish popped in,  "Black and white, with bubbling sounds,  I see no colour in the sky or me,  How can I be the silver you see?  Why do you lie to me that way?  My world isn't what you tell it to be...

 I have no home,  No Identity of my own.  No country, no wealth  No place to belong. Just numbers and religion,  Tagged in my being,  My existence in question,  Vague as it may seem. Forced, tortured, uprooted,  Placed in a camp  Displaced and lost,  In life and cause;  No job, no hope No reason to live when old  Questioned and taunted,  Pawn of politics,  I am another Refugee. ~ Suranya

 Cave Paintings, Papyrus, Leaves Stone seals from the Indus, Paper scribbles, wood, ink in a pot, Stories of the Past, present and future, Stories that have been told before. And shall be told yet again. Of Might, Greed, Chivalry and Romance; Love, Lust, Bravery and Treason. Lessons Learnt, Characters dicovered, Cvilisation gone, relics unearthened Yet, every time you repeat a loop, Of Vicious circle of mistakes And nod your head to say, "History repeats itself." ~ Suranya

 What is the sky over your head like? Is it the same as mine? Are your trees this green too? Do they turn brown under autumn's blue skies? Are the waters of your pond this calm? Is the grass greener on your side? Are your rains too as beautiful as mine? Are your villages too often attacked, looted and plundered? Are your homes too unsafe like mine? Then what is it that separates you and me?  Why do they keep saying we are different? Your sufferings are the same as mine. Homeless at home, doubted for our patriotism They keep saying you are the enemy. Once I had hidden for a night in fear, As one of yours entered our village. They said our people did the same To your homes and women. Why did I see his eyes were as bewildered as mine? When will all this stop? Gunshots and plunder? When will we see the open sky again? It's been days since I stepped out. The war never stops; man fights man Carnage happens over caste and creed "Yours is not better than mine." Countries figh...