From The Quill of Suranya

 I am born of fury,  I was born in bloodshed.  In some corner of the world  I reincarnate as Death.  No choosing, no right or wrong  No age or religion, or caste  I seek blood and I draw it  Causes mingled and morality at stake;  Battles won and lost in the struggle for those  Who is up in the high chairs yet  The sufferings are of those stampeded below  The weight of power. I am born from battles,  They created me to balance the good and bad. Yet when wars are fought,  It all becomes just stories. Versions of the truth,  Yours and theirs. False hopes and assurance  That wars are inevitably good  For humankind seeks the blood of its own  Pretending they are different.  You hope history doesn't repeat. You hope battles spare children and women Who becomes pawns in your ego games But nothing changes, does it? Era after era the stories repeat, And you pray harder every day. Irony is, you worship ...

 Man went out in search of God. He saw the Sun  And wondered,  "A unique ball of fire in the sky  Giving me warmth, food and light.  I have found God!" He set up rituals, places of worship,  Kept a shrine, wished for things in greed When Drought dried up the streams  Water was rare, and conditions extreme. "Oh, I can't live without Water! Not the sun, but  Water is our God", he screamed Travelling in the desert, food was scarce,  Not a tree in sight, or fruits to savour "That's it, the Trees must be God!" He inferred. Cold winds blew, and he needed fire to keep him warm.  "The Fire must be God."  He exclaimed, stacking wood, "It also helps us cook." Wild beasts attacked, man overpowered them,  It didn't take him long to realise His brains were different from theirs. A house was built of wood, mud and stones  Mansions sprang up with marble domes,  Irrigation controlled famine and droughts, Dams the flood, knowledge spr...

Love comes to your life, sometimes like a storm in the summer afternoon, a relief all at once, and sometimes like a gentle breeze that fills your heart with a sense of calm. Love, just like religion, is personal in nature. Now, why do I call religion personal? Because even if you follow the same religion, your way of seeing God is always different from others. How? An atheist always believes in scientific evidence. Science is his God. Meera saw him as her soulmate and lover. To her, he was human, her husband. To most of us, they are guides, like parents, protecting us. Or perhaps an inspiration. Each person sees God in their unique way. What you feel, hope and believe looks after you is your God. None of the notions of treating God as a lover, parent, inspiration, or something that motivates can be termed wrong. Much like Love. What you feel in love with, or about it, is quite different from what another person feels. No two people feel the same about Love. No one will define love the ...