SATY'S

What will they do? Are the lights out Or are they all shut Will they come out When they hear the shout Is none awake Or do they just pretend Will they wake up By the smell of the  tea cup Has the rose bed Become too comfortable Will they now know - Soon the thorns will grow Are the windows jammed Or are they closed from inside Will they finally break the glass To come out and form a mass Has the fear trickled down Too deep inside That now they shun the truth And embrace the lie Is the strength lost Or is there no courage Will they continue to hide And in this immoral world they abide Are the voices too weak Or are they all deaf Will they ever listen When their loved one's will cry Is the injustice not seen Or are they all blind Will they just turn away Without even trying to play Is the soul dead Or it does not exist Will they ever fight For their own right ? ~Surya Questioner

They told me it was a tiger But underneath it was a sheep They tried to scare me with it Until I caught it bleating They told me the tunnel was full of darkness They said venturing there would be rashness But it was until I saw the shimmering Then none could stop me from going They told me not to mingle with strangers Their friendship could bring me harm But I finally found my true love Amongst these very same strangers now They warned me to hide When the powerful came out to stride But it was until they burned down a place Angered within I came out to face They asked me not to go against the rule, Risking it would be an act of fool But it was until I found out the basic flaw That they were nothing more than ruler's claw They asked me to shut up When I tried to speak up They said they were doing me a favour And urged me to have the fervour But then I stopped listening I put my headphones on They screamed and raised t

Rise Rise from the depths of darkness Free yourself from the shackles of vanity Wake up from the sleep of ages It’s time to set back all the damages Cure yourself from the pain of loss Step on that line you never cross Unlock yourself and open the door Fear not your enemy anymore Rise from the dungeons of evil Fly towards the edge of the cliff Stand against the cyclone of change Ride into places strange Fight against the ruthless rule For the corrupt, truth is the tool Flex your muscles, let them stretch It is time to return back the wretch Rise from the pain that keeps you down Rise for the strength that helps you leap Rise for the people of your town Rise from the sorrows that make you weep Malodorous gases rise from the rancid liquid Pleasant fumes rise from the scented perfume Heart aches when loved ones are in pain Remember other’s loss is not our gain A worm that wakes up early May not always get consumed Bu

I am not a terrorist I am just a catalyst A catalyst of the doom I am not a thief I just secretly take Things that don’t belong to you I am not a cheat It’s just that my definition Of trust is very different I am not a beast It is just that I am so large And I wake up at the night I am not a killer I just gift death To people who don’t want it I am not corrupt I just accept what You’re already prepared to give ~Surya Unintentional

Hated by many But forgotten by few I make my presence felt Only when with your hero I have dealt Cruel, unforgiving and evil Sometimes I am an ugly old devil A mind wicked and malicious More than often I am fastidious Darkness is my ally Shadows are my friends Morals are crushed under my feet I stride radiating the burning heat I can be a vampire Or I can be an alien I can also be a psycho Sometimes it’s just the ego Views radical and actions unparallel My men just obey, they never support That’s how your hero stands apart Because he has a big humble heart I always win the first half My tragedy starts in the second That’s when your hero makes a comeback I am still fierce but vengeance is what I lack I fight, but not with honour I slay, but not with valour And I hide like a timid I fall like a morbid Defeat at the last Disgrace in the end That’s how my story always ends Flowers to my grave no one will sen

Let’s rewind few centuries and go back to the past. Having a picture taken was a thing only royal families could afford. Remember, there was no camera back then and one needed a very able artist to get their portrait done. It was never an easy task; the person who had to get his picture would have to sit in the same position for long hours. Imagine the hard work the painter and the one who is being painted had to put in. It was not a single day’s job. The queens, kings, princes and princesses had to do multiple sittings just to get their one picture done. They had to wear the same robes, same jewelleries and had to strike the same pose so that the picture in the portrait remained consistent. When we think about such times, one particular picture will always come in our vision. That is none other than the painting of Monalisa by Leonardo Da Vinci, probably the worlds most popular painting. Almost every one of us has seen it. This painting truly signifies the glory of Da Vinci. The