From The Quill of Suranya

 The soil of Mewar was mesmerisingly bright  In yellow, red, and green.  Giving the eyes a spectacular sight.  As the June rains arrived Washing the Aravallis in an ocean of beauty,  Beyond the Bhimlat's tranquillity  A fort stood in proximity. The land of Bijoliya. Somewhere in the palace, there  Amidst the bloodshed and might Lived a girl who dared to love,  The bravest the land bore in a long time. Her days would pass in waiting  And nights rereading letters  He had often sent without being discreet.  Words and feelings between the lines  Her hand traced the curves of each letter  As though she felt his fingers entwined. Every evening as dusk settled in  Or the rain blurred the horizon in mist  She stood there, on the highest Jharokha Eyes beyond the plains, far away  Where she could see the silver-lined way. He would one day come galloping down  The dust gave away his presence in brown. The people w...

 The darkness danced in the flickering light,  The music played as the breeze swept by  Dancing around was the water in ripples  And the jasmine cast its aromatic spell. The moon shone through the clouds that night,  Upon the walls of the magnificent marble  Of the golden-roofed palace  And the red stone fort is in sight. The Anguri bagh in fresh sown grapes  The wine cups tinkling, poetry going on till late.  Somewhere in the distance, the bells rang  She dipped her quilt in the bottle of ink and began.  A night of longing and of love,  Of feelings bound and desires cursed. Her soul was restless in search of her heart,  She placed the quill on paper But didn't know where to start. The ink blotted the scented papers blue,  Her words were scattered across the sky  Like the veil of stars shimmering bright. Had her heart travelled far across the land,  Rode on a horseback into his desert homeland? Followed his ...

EVERYTHING GOOD OR BAD ENDS SOMEDAY. SOME SLIP INTO OBLIVION. SOME SERVE AS REMINDERS IN HISTORY. ~ Suranya

चल आज फिर एकबार वो बरसों पुरानी खेल खेलते है। प्यार में हम दुनिया भूल लेते है। तू रूठे में मनाऊ, तू माने तो में सताऊ, बातों में तेरे यूं मुस्कुराऊ; बेवज़ह एक धुन आज गुनगुनाऊँ। आज तू फिर एक बार हाथ थाम ले, में एक और बार निहार लू तुझे। आज चल फिर इस दुनिया से दूर एक कहानी लिखते हैं। उस जगह की और उन लोगो की, जो हकीकत बनते बनते यूं ख्वाबो में खो गए। ~ Suranya

 Man went out in search of God. He saw the Sun  And wondered,  "A unique ball of fire in the sky  Giving me warmth, food and light.  I have found God!" He set up rituals, places of worship,  Kept a shrine, wished for things in greed When Drought dried up the streams  Water was rare, and conditions extreme. "Oh, I can't live without Water! Not the sun, but  Water is our God", he screamed Travelling in the desert, food was scarce,  Not a tree in sight, or fruits to savour "That's it, the Trees must be God!" He inferred. Cold winds blew, and he needed fire to keep him warm.  "The Fire must be God."  He exclaimed, stacking wood, "It also helps us cook." Wild beasts attacked, man overpowered them,  It didn't take him long to realise His brains were different from theirs. A house was built of wood, mud and stones  Mansions sprang up with marble domes,  Irrigation controlled famine and droughts, Dams the flood, knowledge spr...

 In no time... Will the conversations become monotonous; The stories same old. You know exactly where to laugh and where to frown, The mystery of discovery will be gone.  You'd know what to expect out of me.  Trigger my occasional blushing. Soon, silence will fill the room,  Or the phone line, which I hold close  Just to hear you breathe into it.  Soon, I will have no secrets from you  To unravel the enigma you think me to be. You will soon see what I am.  And I wonder... Will you go seeking adventure then  Elsewhere, where the grass is greener? Treat my mistakes as though they were sins? Or be like you have always been?  Like nothing has changed. You know why it scares me like nightmares? Coz that's the moment of truth.  The time love is tested.  That's the time the tinted glasses break  The time you should hold on to flaws  To choose a lifetime with me or walk away. ~ 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