From The Quill of Suranya

 "Mine." One declares, putting a mark,  While they looked away, another took a part,  And just like that, land became scarce,  It was divided, yours and theirs; "Mine." Unknown voices lost,  Those thousands knew the deadly cost.  They lost their homes, you had your stand,  "Refugees", they were, in a known land. ~ Suranya

 On the sunset of tolerance,  In the bleak hope of light,  Speak up your opinion,  Thrive in harshness.  To survive.  If you keep mum today,  Agree in fear of tyranny,  The future will not forgive you  For causing the beginning of such a felony. ~ Suranya

 "Who is there for me to rely on? To understand my sorrows,  Every time I feel there's no tomorrow? Who is there to bring peace to the turbulent heart? Music to the lyrics, long lost perhaps?" I ask You in accusation. You smile at me as though I am a fool  Remind me of things they don't teach in school. "Look," You said, "at the waters of the fountain,  The pond, lakes, and waterfalls in the mountains,  And you will find the one you seek,  Ask them to consider your desperate plea."  So I walked up a small hill, then a mountain,  Down by the stream, and a fountain,  I searched and searched, but all I found was me,  Agitated, animated, I told You  "Reflection is all I see." "Exactly" You calmly stare at me. ~ Suranya

 Here I am Alone at last,  Fluttering my wings, hearing them flap.  Leaving behind a cocoon of suffocation,  Of attachments and limitations,  I fly above, leaving them all behind,  Worldly beings, unjust minds  This Fakira flies closer to You,  Reaching out to your warmth  In a happy pursuit.  And here it comes, a gust of wind.  Sweeping away the bodily being:  Struggling to stay alive, tired, I let go,  Blending into the Universe in afterglow;  Becoming One in a dance of Souls,  You and I, I and You, never getting old.  The broken wings reminding them all,  "She was once beautiful and bold." ~ Suranya

Gravely ill or mostly isolated in  a room, fairly bored, thinking of  possibilities and fearing the  inevitable doom, we often reflect  back on the journey already travelled,  the options explored, and paths not  chosen. What ifs shroud our minds,  and we often think of the choices  we never made. What if we went that  way? Would our story be any different?  What if we never loved the people  we loved? Never regretted our  choices? Never understood right  from wrongs? Would we still be the  person we are? Maybe not. But would it all decrease the pain we felt in life? Maybe so. If we never felt pain, how would we understand it? Funny how every time we feel pain, physical or otherwise, we tend to think we have never felt so much before. We have never been hurt this way. But is there truly a parameter to measure the different pains under different circumstances? I guess not. Therein lies the beauty of life. If we never h...

 Raindrops fall like tears  On the rosy cheeks of Heaven,  Deafening on the window panes,  I can't hear the world outside.  But I hear You, wrath and roar,  Speak to me in whispers of the wind,  Tell me stories in rustling leaves. Enlighten me if You please,  Of what lies beyond, and above,  Endless, boundless and far.  How insignificant this Fakira is,  Like a meteor among the millions of stars.  Waiting to die out someday,  Falling in her Beloved's lap. ~ Suranya

 A Sage set out to roam the world  Teach it things he had known. First in the crowd, he spotted a man,  Fighting with another over a loan unreturned. "Oh, these money-hungry rats!" The Sage spoke, irked. "Desire destroys!" He reminded his followers. He roamed about a park and spotted a few teens. "Raging hormones!" He shrugged, "Desire extreme." He met a performer, pausing for claps,  "You desire fame." He warned her. A writer refused to sell away his art. "You desire recognition, let it go." He warned, "Or else starve!" Back to his humble hut, alone at last,  He suddenly felt a restlessness,  Sick in the stomach. Doctors were called, Fakirs summoned,  Some gave him tricks, some advised, all amiss. The wise old man gave him a cup of drink,  "God calls this elixir of life, try some." "This can work, it seems", with that  He drank the wine down, slept in peace,  Waiting for a miracle to unfold in ea...