Musings by Taniya

My life is on pause I have goals to achieve  Miles to traverse.  Life can wait  Until I reach whenever Dear life please wait I have reels to watch. My life is on pause Burdened by jobs and family  I wonder I am doing the job for family  Or family has become my job. I promise you life I'll get back to you Wait some more One more promotion  One more birthday  One more digit in my account  One more thing to my name Just one more.... My life is on pause I barely register the moments passing me I curse every Monday I waste every Sunday  I work all day so I can sleep in my expensive bed Then I lie awake as life whispers remember me. My life is on pause I'll live it soon I promise I have seen the future, I have eternity  Just wait for the perfect tomorrow  Now as reapers come for me I see life on my death bed Walking me through my wasted life Laughing at me saying  I was never on pause, I was beside you  Just a choice away. I rem...

I think we live our lives a lot like the way we drink our coffee.  When it's hot and steaming, we are afraid to drink it lest it burns our tongue, but by the time we muster our courage to dive in, it's turned cold and inedible.  So tell me, isn't it how we end up living our lives too. When we are young, hale and hearty we are reluctant to take risks, we stop short of giving our all and we keep playing safe. We don't love, live or speak out hearts out sans restraint. Everything is controlled, domesticated and sanitised to utmost suit others aspirations and assumptions about us. By the time, age and experience teaches us to enjoy the life, usually time and life has whizzed past us. Opportunities are dried up, relations have become bland and we spend the last vestiges of our lives regretting and lamenting over our delicious and precious coffee gone wasted.  I wonder how hot and drinkable my coffee is? On my part I've tried sipping it hot all the while scalding my tongu...

Wasted..........Time!!!! Wasted is the time I spent  Hiding from my past Forgotten moments that are done and dusted.  Besides a few valuable lessons  That is all I get crying over what's past... Either I am living or reliving the memories. Wasted is the time I spent  Fretting or wishing over a future yet to come.  A future so unpredictable and uncertain  Yet I gambled my time and wasted my certainty beyond reason,  Over a yet to occur happening. Wasted is the time whence I forgot To live in the here and now To ignore the what-ifs and have-beens To cherish every moment I love and breathe in now. I stopped creating memories and kept reliving the old ones I kept sweating over one sunset and forgotten the sun will rise again. Wasted is the Time I spent chasing someone else's dreams Holding onto promises not mine to keep Believing the insincere and the negatives. Wasted is the Time I spent hating myself for just existing  Shunning my imperfections and ...