From The Quill of Suranya

Once upon a time in the mystic land Of mountains, forests and caravans, A tale was woven to be told beyond lives Of two people from different tribes. There was Qais, naughty and flamboyant  A rebel heart, pure soul, misunderstood  Apple of his father's eyes. Pampered, rotten, he would often. Refuse to take his lessons. There was Layli, beautifully gracious. Chieftain's daughter, always obedient  Eager to learn, eager to know She joined the lessons Where Qais would go. A strict teacher, two young souls Eyes met in a recognition age-old. Beyond this story, beyond this time They knew each other in realms divine; As if their book of love Was written beyond Time. Punished by the teacher, they would run, Qais took her hand and led her to fun. He would often sit alone and stare  At the mountains, beyond the village At the river, forests and foliage. Intrigued by the lesson from him Layli forgot the classroom limits. The mountain called, the river sang As Layli, in the meado...

 He lived and died in search of Love,  In love he wrote odes to the One above. She was He and He was Her  The mad man could not decipher,  Why he searched for her in vain  When she was at the tip of his pen. © Suranya

  Adhi Adhuri Ek Kahani Hoon Chaho Toh Padhke Pura Kar lo. Bhuli Bisri Ek Zubaani Hoon Humare Nazar Se Zara Zindagi Ka Kitaab Likhwa Lo. Suranya

In popular culture, Sufism is a branch of Islam because it was initiated by Islamic saints. In reality, it is not only about Islamic influence. Sufism is an amalgamation of many spiritual ideas into one and is a wide perspective beyond one religion or path. It is a way of life through monotheism. Sufism believes in the idea of a personal God; it is a popular saying, " If you don't have a God, find Yours." Your God can be an idea, ideology, path, religion, field of work, place, person, or all of it culminated into one. There is no definite directive to reach God. Like other religious ways, Sufism also has sub-branches, created by the great mystics when they came in contact with different places, cultures and religions. One of the easiest ways of concentration and meditation (the chief practices of spirituality) under the Chishti order is through art and music. Spirituality channels one's faith towards one's innermost being, the soul. Sufism is a branch of spiritual...

 Your glimpse makes my eyes feel blessed, As it beholds Your beauty a little longer, Captures Your image in my head And lets me survive one more day. In the world, I create around You I am the lone Warrior, the sole Martyr The King to Your Queen. Our Abode is a source of Eternal Happiness. Reality doesn't ruin dreams there, You are my Reason and Muse. I write Poetry, sing them to You Like prayers to the Beloved. Unlike this world, no ties bind us Unlike them, you don't deny me for who I am. For You are the destination of my wandering heart The Answer to all my questions. Since eternity You and I have been One You see my adoration, call it love But for those who don't understand My Love is Madness. ~ Suranya

 Tonight let the moon shine, Let the wind speak to my soul. Let it take me to Your realms In Your embrace. Where You and I are One, Love reigns in Your Abode. Be the reality of my dreams, Even if the bliss is temporary, short-lived. Happiness is also fleeting, isn't it? Tonight, be my happiness, Let me find the Love I crave in You. Tonight, let's unite in the darkness In Your Light of Love. ~ Suranya

 I see the night break into dawn every day, The shadows disappear into light; I lose my grip on reality again Intoxicated with the wine of desire. I lose You as the stars fade one by one, The blue illusion appears clearer, The wind doesn't whisper your stories anymore Till the sun burns into moonlight tonight. Decades have turned into eras, Bodies and identities transformed. Yet my thirst for Love remains, I wait for a path of enlightenment To meet Your soul somewhere. My soul burns in the flame of Love Waiting for You to show the way. Tonight I feel You in me Your Sahiba-E-Dil summons You. After decades of unfulfilled dreams and desires Tonight I rise from the ashes of pain, Like a phoenix brave enough to fly. Tonight under the stars, I choose to give my love a name, A path of hope and light I dare to call it Devotion And myself Your ardent devotee. O Deity of my Heart, Beloved of the shrine in my heartbeat Without You, I am a mere slave in love; With You upon the throne of my Sou...

My salty tears turn themselves into oceans of turbulent emotions. In the darkest night when the moon cannot shine through Even the most transparent of souls. The cloud of doubt engulfs me like a thick blanket Overshadowing the rays of Hope. You refuse to come to me, O Sleep! That takes me to lands beyond my mortal reach. The soul feels caged in the human body now Perhaps waiting to be released. I seek an Identity beyond a name, My hands reach out into the darkness in vain. I only find names, titles, relationships That chains my soul further to mortality. In the play of hide and seek You remain hidden from me tonight. O Guiding Star! Bless the Fakira with your glimpse. In the darkness and shadows that dance with light I weep over thee like I would for a loved one. I feel restless to be near Your warmth But tonight You act like a stranger to me. Like a curse you took away my dreams with you Perhaps stole my sleep alongside. Why, O why, am I your chosen one? Who am I? What do I seek? My h...

 Ye Haseen Lamhe, Kahi Tere Khwab Toh Nahi? Ye Namkeen Aasoon, Teri Yaadon Ka Mehfil Toh Nahi? Ae Musafir, Bas Itna Bata De Humko Ishq Ke Iss Jogan Ka,  Kahin Tu Rab Toh Nahi? ~Suranya

I love those places where signal strength is low, Where phones don't work and you are truly alone. I love those (places) the most where the arches speak, Domes speak of stories long forgotten in History. In them, I see His stories, the past that I seek. Once Upon A Time, I had this feeling. I chanced upon the perfect place Dreams came true there, so strongly I felt! The water of an unnamed Lake met the gentle breeze. The white stoned Domes, standing in silence, For a few centuries. A silence full of noises, of a past that haunts. There was also a lamp flickering, fighting the wind. A plaque, attributed to a Braveheart and his kin. There I was, sitting on the marble, staring at Him; What remains of Him perhaps, a name, fame, ashes and memories Immortal deeds, innumerable stories, waiting to be told. The silence there spoke, more than anyone else ever did. They say people are granted a new life, With every life-altering moment. Do you know,  They sometimes meet themselves as well, I...

 I met my God the day I met you,  For the sacred shrine of my Heart  Has chosen You as its Deity  Of the Religion I call Love. I have known you since Eternity,  My Soul speaks to yours beyond realms,  It needs no reciprocation  For me, Love is Devotion  And a Devotee does not need  To see God, to believe that he exists. ~ Suranya