Author Archives: Tanya Rana

Things are getting somehow harder each day,

Everyday seems to have a lesson of its own;

I guess its people and their tantrums and their tortures,

Barely can find a reason to keep moving on.

Life has come to a sudden standstill,

Where you don’t feel like waking up;

The reasons to live are falling by a great number,

Doesn’t matter half full or empty, it’s just a cup!

Don’t know if this is the reality,

Or a dream I’m trying to wake up from;

All I know is it feels like drowning,

Except there’s no water and nothing feels like home.

Just laying here trying to count my breath,

Hoping the next one would be the last;

But when I take another it’s almost disappointing,

Why is the world suddenly moving so fast?

I look at the ceiling and it seems to be moving,

I look at the floor slipping beneath my feet;

Even these words don’t seem to be making any sense,

As if life has taken a back seat.

“You need to get help”, say some of them,

“Try distracting yourself”, say some others;

But they barely seem to have an idea of what’s happening,

And I don’t seem to have the energy to explain farther.

Somedays during attempts of trying to cheer myself,

I end up bursting in tears;

Sometimes its about not giving up,

Others days it’s the loved ones, I fear.

But this all is really getting on my nerves now,

Almost losing the zeal to survive;

Wish there was a way to end this somehow,

Either this feeling or this life…

– by Tanya Rana

If I were a boy,

I would kiss her to sleep every night,

And hold her by the waist, just the way she likes;

If I were a boy,

I would bring her chocolates and fries,

And make her laugh, just to see the wrinkles beneath her eyes;

If I were a boy, 

I would never let go of her hand,

And walk her to her house, just to have some extra minutes to spend;

If I were a boy,

I would show her off to my friends,

And after every fight I would never hesitate to be the one to mend;

If I were a boy,

I would play with her hair and her cats,

And kiss her every time she would say that she’s fat;

If I were a boy,

I would bring her flowers,

And take her on field trips and gardens and bowers;

If I were a boy,

I would tell her I mean to keep,

And sit beside her smiling looking at her face while she sleeps;

If I were a boy,

I would take all her problems away,

And massage her shoulders after a long and tiring day;

If I were a boy,

I would remember all the small things,

And always remember the dates and won’t forget the timings;

If I were a boy,

I would give her my heart,

And tell her how she’s always been so beautiful and smart;

If I were a boy,

I would tell her she’s my world,

And she’s absolutely perfect the ways she walks around and twirls.

-by Tanya Rana

You bring me happiness wrapped in shiny paper,

Always know the right words I want to hear;

Be the rain on my long-deserted land,

And yet sometimes the fear creeps me out.

What if one day, you don’t have the flowers in your hand?

What if one day, you’re not wearing the silver band?

What if one day, you don’t feel like I’m good enough?

And what if one day, our paths get rocky and rough?

What if one day, our forever loses its meaning?

What if one day, we realize that we’ve been dreaming?

What if one day, the land beneath us starts trembling?

And what if one day, the world suddenly starts grumbling?

Will you still hold my hand and walk past the problems?

Will you still pick me up in spite of all criticism?

Will you still make me breakfast and coffee in bed?

And will you still sit along my side to break the bread?

Will you still keep your words of a happy ever after?

Will you still share with me, your tears and your laughter?

Will you be by my side, when the world stands against me?

And will you help break my chains and let me free?

Tell me, if one day our bond loses its strength,

Will you still be there to light my extinguished lamp?

-by Tanya Rana

I’ve lost family, I’ve lost lovers,

But nothing hurts as near as losing a friend like you;

I’ve had people telling me, things like this would happen,

But you didn’t really have to show me that its true.

If you had to leave like this in the end,

Why keep us in the first place?

If you were to disappoint us like this after all,

Why keep on running with us in the race?

Tell me did you not feel it,

In you heart that you were making a mistake?

How do you expect me to deal with it now?

How much hurt do you think am going to take.

You left me out here all alone,

Wondering where I went wrong;

You sucked the breath out of me,

While playing that melancholy song.

I’m not even trying to blame you now,

I’m almost over the blame game;

There’s not even a point in explaining you,

Cause I know you’re going to stay the same!

-by Tanya Rana