From The Quill of Suranya

 Sometimes a relationship becomes like a dead human being. You remember the happy memories. You talk of the good old days. And you forget to make new memories together. That's when the problems start... And you realise the relationship has become a ghost of the past. Just like someone close to you yet dead. It's perhaps then time to move on and Let the grave be decorated in flowers of memories. ~ Suranya

 Half a world away, Night and Day apart, Time zones twisted,  Hearts never part. No see everyday No touch of your skin on mine,  The pillow feels like your hugs. The increasing count  Of days apart that bugs. ~ Suranya

 On the other side  Of my endless waits for you,  And your hopeless missing me There is a place where  Time will stand still  When you hold your hand,  And we will finally be Home. ~ SURANYA

Humanity is dead,  It is their funeral today.  Venue, you ask?  On the street of Intolerance. Turn left on Phobia,  And you will see the building of Privilege. Reach the floor of Misogyny,  Don't confuse it with Patriarchy,  They may look the same, but they aren't. You will find the hall of Racism, In the darkest corner of that floor;  Enter through the gate of Casteism,  Carry your identity cards along too.  Otherwise, you will be termed "Refugees". But what will you do at the funeral?  Nobody is in attendance at such a mania  Because it's not trending on social media.  ~ Suranya

 Barso purani yeh baat hai,  Choti si ek ladki thi; Dil mein uske aas yoon jagi  Apni kahani dhundne nikli thi. Kaha kaha na dhunda usne,  Kaha kaha yoon bhatki thi;  Galiyon mein, logo mein, Paharo mein samunder mein,  Yaha tak ke baarish aur dhoop mein bhi,  Apni kahani dhoondhti firti thi bechari. Par afsoos, usse uski kahani nahi mili.  Zindagi ke kitaab ke kuch panne adhure thee,  Anjaan sa ek darr tha aur kirdar bade ajeeb thee. Logo ne kaha jhalli hai,  Utpatang si sapne bunti rehti hai,  Kya bekar mein aas lagaye baithi hai. Aise milti hai kya kahaniya? Jaise bazaar mein bikta koi khilona? Par yeh dekho, ek din aisa hua,  Ke yoon achanak kahani dhundte huye Woh mujhse aake takrayi. Woh lekhak nahi, kavi nahi,  Par baaton mein mujhko bohot bhaayi. Aur usse achanak aisa laga ke shayed Usko uski kahani mil gayi. Iss kahani mein dekho woh thi  Jaise hamesha hona chahti thi Azad.  Khush. Thodi si pagal.  ...

 "I was raped." "Prove it", they said. "But you caught the monster!" "You can also be an imposter." "Why will I do that?" "Your clothes, your attitude Your religion, your caste  All point at you as guilty  Question you, we must!" "But what's my crime?" You are a woman, enough said." "I am a Dalit too." "Casteism isn't the issue." "Why do you say your caste so proudly then?" "It is not a case of hate, let's reason." "Then why was I chosen to teach a lesson?" Endless debates, TRP on rise,  But in the end, no surprise  I had to pay with my life,  While you kept your vanity and vice. ~ Suranya

 I often wonder as you speak,  Spread your venom through words and deeds, What does it take to be kind? Why is it so hard to find? Perhaps you need a little empathy,  A bit of tolerance,  A pinch of humility  And a lot of love,  Is it so hard to lack? What does it take to be nice? A few good words,  A little encouragement  Finding positivity  And a lot of confidence. I wonder why the world has lost its kindness. Perhaps because in putting others down  In making them cry  In proving others wrong  And abusing their ideas; One seeks the superiority  They otherwise lack vision. ~ Suranya