From The Quill of Suranya

ON THE DEBRIS OF BLOOD SOAKED CORPSE, DESTROYED MONUMENTS AND LOST SOIL, ANOTHER CIVILISATION IS BORN WITH HOPE. NOT TO END IN A SIMILAR WAY. BUT ALAS! HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF. ~ Suranya

From Reds, Oranges and Gold To Green and Blue... The history of India was written  In Flags of Invasion  VIBGYOR played in reverse! Until India tasted freedom. ~ Suranya

Quench your thirst in my youth. Before the dirty maturity hits.  Before Transparency gets lost in layers of sediments.  Before evil takes a toll on my dream run.  Restricts it. Binds it. Bends it.  Before I lose my identity.  Before I get lost in the sea like a million others.  Quench your thirst, as long as I can nurture you... ...Said the River to Mankind ~ Suranya

Mewar ke angan mein jab lal Talai behti thi. Gerua aur safed se yudh ki dhara behti thi. Ussi dharti ke putra ne Sabke mann mein aasha ki kiran jalaai thi Tilak laga maidaan mein utra jab jab woh Dharti muskuraai thi Zulmiyon ke neendo ko Mewar ki dharti churai thi. Aj unn rango pe Jo pyaar ka rang charhaya hai. Issi holi utsav mein kabhi umeed ki siyasaat baithi thi. Mewar Ki Dharti ke har rang mein rangke koi rehti thi. Unke Mann ke rango ko jisne laal se rangayi thi. Unke dil mein bhi aise koi rehti thi. Aj Holi phirse aati, unki yaadein Mewar ko satati. Abhi bhi mewar jag uthti unke veer gatha o se. Jaha har din Holi ki uss Rajtilak ke yaad mein Rang jaati hai mewar ki dharti nayi asha ki rango se. ~ Suranya

Who are your greatest enemies? "Ego and Fear." smiled Love. ~ Suranya

 "What to do now? My wifi is dead!" He slammed shut his laptop. "I don't know." She frowned thoughtfully. "Maybe you can talk, feel, listen and understand real-life people to start with. Gaze at the stars, perhaps?" And in her sarcastic smile, he fell in love, again. ~ Suranya

 She looks at the stranger in the mirror  And sighs perhaps in disbelief,  Her words are yours, so is that dress.  She is everything you want, perfect.  The trophy girl, the show-off relation,  The object of your timely lusts; Now is the time she disagrees,  Starving herself to feed your needs,  Your fragile masculinity, your only feat. Man, you are, you call the shots,  Killed her dreams, turned her into a rock  She knows exactly what you love to hear  But she cannot please you anymore, dear. She calls it quits and takes the risks,  To find herself once more.  She has uncovered you bit by bit  Peeling your touch and taste off her skin  Now she stands in flesh and blood.  As real as she had ever been. © Suranya