From The Quill of Suranya

 The rain and the sunshine  How everything in the universe aligns  To make us meet at the perfect time  We praise it on fate and stars. The particles that we are made of,  The journey and the joy of life  The reason and rhyme for love  It all comes down to why. And all I can say, dear friend, Is that nothing is planned Yet chaos is a system  Beyond our minds. You and I are like particles.  Expanded and contracted with time  A part of this vast universe  Insignificant in the divine. We try in vain to understand  The mysteries that we take by chance  As a sudden coincidence or divine intervention.  But nothing in this universe is by chance. ~ Suranya

 Showed faith upon constellations afar,  The Sun, the Moon,  A universe ajar.  Cards, Crystals, beads  Telling the future of human beings  Claiming to be written in the stars,  Alas! None could tell the fate  Of a falling star. ~ SURANYA

We desire to be immortal,  Fear the claws of death.  What happens with it?  An end or a beginning?  The ashes, all that is left,  Perhaps become in themselves  Stardust in the Universe.  When the body is gone,  The soul becomes a part of chaos. Are you part of that chaos, too?  Today, now, in this moment,  Are you studying the Universe  More closely than you intended?  Realising how insignificant  Every cell of ours is,  To all its vastness? Realising, perhaps Murphy's law does work,  And it leads us where we should be.  A journey, a life, a destination,  Such small fragments in the scale of Time; Yet in this insignificant fragment,  A few leave a mark,  A few touch the heart,  And a few live on.  Even in Death.  That's how perhaps,  You live on. ~ SURANYA

Lost in the universe in specs of dust  Lies stories of the ancient past.  Or perhaps the secrets of the future it holds While the mysteries of Chaos it unfolds. ~ Suranya