Musings by Taniya

When was the last time we talked?  A heart to heart with no extraneous interruptions and our phones on flight mode?  How many times did we feel safe and heard baring our souls to each other? Do we even listen, talk or communicate enough or do we for the fear of judgement and ridicule, keep everything bottled inside?  We keep feeling unheard, unappreciated and unloved but when do we ever hear, appreciate or love sans prejudice? How many times do we launch into an internal monologue talking and berating ourselves or resenting others because of our self driven assumptions?  We go down a path of self-defense and reticence because we were not brave enough to bare ourselves. True strength does not lie in dealing with everything alone, it lies in our ability to communicate and open ourselves to vulnerability when we need it. It's true that people love to talk more than listen. It's easier to talk and rant or give opinions rather than truly and deeply listening without any j...

Talk to me Tell me your dreams Of flying high Or maybe just living your life A day at a time.  Tell me your fears What keeps you awake at night What stops you from taking the plunge  Or daring to board your flight. Tell me your pain Tell me where it hurts Tell me how can I help Or maybe just tell me to listen As you cry and rant and whine.  Tell me your opinions  Tell me your beliefs  Tell me your prejudices  Let's talk about our faults  Yours and mine. Tell me what broke you Tell me what binds you  Let's talk about the bonds we can forge And the bridges we can cross. Let's keep our phones aside  Let's close the doors for the day Let's sit together alone  Jus some words and a coffee between  Let's bare our souls to each other Let's actually talk you and I Let's just maybe tell what's stopping us  From being what we really desire. Let's each be a safe haven Where the other can seek refuge In this barren world  Where everyon...

What do I do with the cracks in me Do I heal them or let them be? They are the chinks in my armour Through which I let people and feelings in. They are the fractures in my soul that reshape and rebond me. They are fissures in my beliefs that mold them into something new. What do I do with the cracks in me? Do I heal them or let them be?  As I let them be, They shape me into Who I am meant to be. The present me is an amalgam of all the cracks.  some are healed and some I let them be. Why do I need to heal them? It's something that cannot be. Every fracture leaves a mark that reminds me of who I was. Those cracks were meant to be to teach me, to make me grow. And as I slowly heal I glean whatever I can from it. So maybe I should let those cracks be Let time heal and shape them And make me what I am meant to be. What do I do with the cracks in me? Maybe I should let life runs it's course And let my destiny shape them be.