From The Quill of Suranya

History is doomed and cursed, Repeat itself it must! ~ Suranya

Every morning I go for a walk,  Mothers keep an eye  If to their children, I dare talk.  Alert as though I am Danger.  I am a Man, not a kidnapper. Every day on my way to office,  I avoid brushing against you in a crowded bus  Fearing someday you will turn and accuse,  Conscious of every move thus,  But I am a Man, not a groper. Every time I swipe on Tinder,  Buy you a drink, I notice the fear  You hesitate with information Your suspicious eyes often wonder;  I am a Man not an abuser. Every time you walk alone on the road  And I walk behind you, unaware,  In the dark empty lanes of the city  You let me pass, scared;  But I am a man, not a rapist. Every day, to office I go,  As the hours seem really slow,  I can't stare even in subconscious at you,  Or have small talks sipping tea,  Lest you press charges and am sued. I know those animals,  I know the threat "Men will be Men" And all the t...

 I AM A FEMINIST IN INDIA.  I FIGHT FOR EQUALITY,  TYPE "ME TOO" IN PROTEST.  YET EVERY NIGHT WHEN I RETURN ALONE I FEAR, MUCH IN DESPAIR,  LIKE I AM LIVING A NIGHTMARE EVERY DAY. I AM A DAUGHTER IN INDIA. THEY SAY I AM THEIR PRIDE.  YET THAT STRANGER'S DROOLING EYES  STARING THROUGH MY CLOTHES  IN A TEARING GAZE  SEEMS TO MAKE ME FEEL  LIKE FRESH MEAT INSTEAD. I AM A GIRL IN INDIA. YOUR UNCOMFORTABLE TOUCH  MAKES ME FEEL LIKE A BAG OF DIRT  YET YOU WHISPER THAT  IT'S A PLEASANT SECRET.  WHY DON'T I GET TO TELL  WHAT IT IS INSTEAD? I AM A WIFE IN INDIA.  EVERY DAY I COOK,  CLEAN AND WORK,  EVERY NIGHT I WEEP IN SILENCE SCARED,  ACCEPTING MY FATE ISN'T IN CONSENT WHILE YOU RAPE ME IN CONVENIENCE. I AM A MOTHER IN INDIA. TODAY MY SON HAS RAPED A WOMAN.  HE DIDN'T SEEM UNNERVED WHILE I WEEP,  NOT FOR HIM, I DARE TO CLEARLY CONVEY,  BUT FOR THE DAUGHTER  THEY DIDN'T LET ME KEEP...

I opened my eyes, from darkness to light,  And into a meadow I travel.  In the middle of nowhere Where cliffs meet the water,  And streams take leaps of Faith.  The beautiful sunshine,  A house that looks Divine,  Not sure whether it's all mine. I look around, perplexed  For all the doors are locked,  And keys to them I have not.  Then, in a gust of wind that blew  I found a key like a feather  Afloat upon the wind's gentle flow. I chase it through the meadows and forest, I chase it like a madman in jest Without a thought and without rest Uphill and downhill beside the stream, And then U see it free-falling Into the cliff in between I jump from the edge of the mountain top Managed to get my hands on the feather-like top, The key vanishes in my fist in a moment's pause. I open my eyes too late and shriek As from the Somnumbulism I awake, And find myself falling off the edge of the The thirteenth-floor balcony's small ledge. ~ Suranya...

In deadly vicious circles I go.  Every day in monotony's show:  Life is as good as this loop, In between dreams and reality, I snoop  Upon how even in desperate attempts  Reigned to the rod, my dreams tempt,  For me to free away from this chain  And come back here never again:  Every day in the same place  I gallop at a similar pace,  Repeating the same mistakes,  My tired heart aches: You watch me, amazed  Shiny white, newly painted;  Poor man, I laugh at the ignorant you,  For in the wooden horse that you screw. You reflect your own life through me,  In a circle of monotony,  You live a life, just like me,  Too scared to break free. ~ Suranya  

I roam aimlessly in the scorching sun Winter rain and snows, Tattered clothes, dirty hands, A pair of soles for shoes. Extending my little palm to you, Eyes pleading helplessness, I ask for alms, hungry and hopeless. I know not where I was born,  My name or age, or where I belong;  In the concrete jungles of your wealth  Alone I wander under the open skies,  To find help in comforting lies.  Your eyes avoid me like I am invisible,  Some stare with suspicion, and others hate,  Some sympathise with people living this way.  A penny for you, precious treasure for me  Leftover waste on your plates  A hearty meal I seek for me and my mates. If I ever met your God,  To whom I see you pray to every day  With Food and riches, clothes of all kinds,  While from me you walk away,  Cringing your nose, cursing in your mind,  I will surely ask Him why he takes it all,  Gives me not even a share of the goodies, small. ...

 Where the wind whispers in my ear  Where I stand in storms without fear  In a feeling of you being far yet near  Protecting me like someone dear. Sometimes when I cry to sleep  Not knowing what I shall reap  What I did to deserve the silent weep  I question you in bounds and leap.  And then as memories sweep to the past  In stories that were not to last  I know for sure that you held the mast  Of my boat in the waters flowing fast. You look over me, in sunset's light  In winter rains and a starry night. You protect me with all your might,  Never leave me out of sight,  Just as my belief never gives up the fight  I always have you in my mind's eye. ~  SURANYA