From The Quill of Suranya

The sun rose blood red, as conch shells blew The thirteenth day had come through. His eyes shone, like the rays themselves,  Son of the greatest, a fierce warrior himself Father to the future he changed the course of war.  He had entered the vicious circle  Leaving the others behind by far. Kins turned enemies, battle against blood,  Away from his own even, alone, he stood.  He pulled out the sword, arrow and knife,  Picked up the wheel, refusing to give up his life. Seven against one, how great was he?  Laid down at sunset, lifeless at sixteen. The darkest night followed,  Broken rules, cruel killings.  Blood shook the throne of Dharma,  Or was it Adharma finally unveiling? The darkest night is here again,  To remind us of the thirteenth night,  How a brave heart fought with honour,  Against and for the people  Who weren't just as brave. ~ Suranya

I had waited from dawn to dusk  Prayed for one more day.  Will you please come back to me? Just for another stay? Instead of a murder of demons,  Blood-soaked and silent, you lay. You dreamt of a future,  I have him in my womb. Only now, he will never know his father  And you will never guide him.  Strange how this wheel of Dharma, That you uplifted every day, Where is my Justice? Why am I its prey?  Led to such a tragic injustice to us  You left me here stranded  Almost like a curse. ~ Suranya

Silences once spoke of magic and faith on smiling lips and sparkling eyes in daze; Under the stars, we wished upon dreams Mysteries discovered, as deep as the oceans' extreme; Lost in each other, we found a feeling must have been that truth we denied unveiling. And then almost inevitably we parted ways, Togetherness denied by the cruelty of fate; Endings are not always together forever, Soulmates live on, even in nevers. ~ Suranya

 আমার শহর গ্রীষ্মের দুপুর। রোদ আর কালবৈশাখী। আমার শহর মেঘলা আকাশ, জলের মাঝে নৌকা ভাসি। আমার শহর শীতের উষ্ণ চায়ের কাপে চুমুক লাগি। আমার শহর ঢাক আর গান, আলো, পুজো, প্যান্ডেলে। আমার শহর ঐতিহ্য জোড়াসাঁকো ও রাজবাড়ী। আমার শহর প্রেমের কবি, ভিক্টোরিয়া ও ময়দানের ভিড়। শহর আমার সরোবরের, নিউ মার্কেটের দোকানের হাঁকের। আলোর শহর, আশার শহর শহর আমার ইতিহাসের। জাদুঘরের ঘরগুলো যে রোজ সবার মন কারে। শহর আমার ট্রাম এর সফর, শহর আমার খাদ্য রসিক। শহর এ যে তোমার আমার সিনেমা ও আর্ট জানে;  সবার মনে দাগ কাটে আড্ডা, হাসি তর্কে মেতে। শহর আমার তিলোত্তমা তোমায় আমি ভালোবাসি। শহর আমার হাতছানি দেয় হাওড়া ব্রিজে গঙ্গা ঘাটে। যতই দূরে যাও না চলে শহর থেকে স্বপ্নপুরে  মনটানা এক চেনা সুরে শহর ডাকে পিছুটানে। ~ Suranya

"BRING OUT A PRETTY DRESS, LET'S PAINT THE TOWN RED!"  "SO IT'S A DATE." SHE DID HER BUN UP IN A MESS. HE PUT THE SILENCER ON HIS GUN INSTEAD. ~ Suranya

 This world is an ocean of uncertainty,  Unknown faces and undiscovered knowledge;  The paper boat of Love, my only strategy,  To remain afloat with courage. ~ SURANYA

Kindness is probably an inborn attribute we humans willingly forget. Kindness is not weakness. To be kind is free, and if your act of kindness makes lives better or easier, there is nothing like it. It can be as simple as extending your hand to an old woman crossing the road or teaching the underprivileged, or even just being there to hold someone's hand, listen and sympathise. Life is hard. In this competitive world of constant rat race, we often get too self-centred or egoistic. So much so that even acts of kindness are flaunted and expected to be reciprocated. Often, kind people are misunderstood to be weak. Or acts of kindness as personal interest. This is because more often than not, we humans act to get a reaction. But kindness like love should never be about reciprocation. It is about how happy you are to help others, make them smile or simply be there for someone alone. Kindness nowadays is rare. And selfless kindness, the kind that is not flaunted to the world, is the real...