Musings by Taniya

Some stories are better left untold While some beg to be shouted from the rooftops. Some beg for an audience that never come  While some have become legends and fables. Some wither away in solitude, and then, there are stories of privilege that reek of pompous grandeur and entitlement. There are some that mesmerize us with their simplicity Their humble beginnings and endings to entice us all. Some are lost between agony and discord While some are bathed in camaraderie and love Some are hushed between whispers and surreptitious glances There are some that are engrained in our souls. The stories of those men and women how can we forget who have become akin to demons and gods. Then if we are careful to look for   lying under the rubble of defeat are the stories written by those who lost the war. All these are stories are meant to be shared read and told over and over again.  For what is our life but stories  That we have lived and breathed To be passed down for gen...

Do you know the hardest thing about love??? I think it's staying in love.   Falling in love is damm easy. Vibes match, thoughts match or we get attracted physically, emotionally, intellectually, there can be an innane number of reasons. The attraction is reciprocated and we are madly in love. Flattering compliments, love bombing, soul mates stuff!! But what about after ?? What about when honeymoon high wears off and those heart shaped red coloured glasses through which we envisioned our love and lover comes off?? What happens when reason, practicality, responsibilities, distractions, goals, reality jump in the middle ?? What happens when we begin to see their flaws and our insecurities begin their endless whisper?? Do we stay and fight it out, or run, or worse keep the other person hanging onto a possibility?? That is the toughest part of love.  The choice that defines 2 lives. We have to make it every second, minute and day we are in love. To stand by them against all odds, t...

Voices left unspoken and unheard Her words silenced In the cacophony of opinions Her all dreams were shattered. She once dreamt of flying high  But the freedom was merely an illusion  Under the garb of realism. Now she shrivels slowly  In the name of compromise  Adjusting to others moods and idiosyncracies  Losing herself over and over. Still her voice remains the unheard  Her silent screams ignored  Till she shattered loudly and desperately Now labelled a banshee She is denigrated for her outbreaks .