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You remember how when you are angry at someone but you can’t talk to anyone at the moment so you just talk to yourself, how there’s just you but two different opinions. Two same voices but nearly opposite beliefs. We all have such a voice in our head, and of all the comfortable people out there, no offence, but this voice in our head is the most perfect conversationalist. Let’s call my ‘that’ voice Mu. So I was having this really deep conversation with Mu about how everything has to be official before it’s considered done. Like when you learn to drive right when you are 15 or so, but you have to wait till 18 to get a driving license. Of many other things, there’s an official procedure to confirm the death of a person. But there are actually two stages for someone to die, when a person’s heart stops beating, it means the mind is not getting blood, which means no oxygen is carried to the brain, and soon the brain will run out of oxygen to function and the whole body just dies. But the b...

Hey there, we all are good observers. Some of us find faces in clouds, some find them in shadows. Its just they way you look at things, its about the way you relate to nature. Just picture a falling leaf,  " it knows that it's going to hurt, the ground it's falling on is so hard, but leaf takes it's time and calmly enjoying each flip, it hits the ground, with no regrets" that's how stable I wanna be. Kind of same, here's how I picture/relate/connect to sky and this is how I connect to the  " World Above Us " Sleeping on my back, staring the bare sky a meteor shattering into pieces, wondering why so high Starting so beautiful , pointing my finger up I use to jump with joy, But the realization, that a start comes with an end , mature me stares up with running tears to cry. Waiting for it to go dark, to see those twinkling beauties , Growing busy, the fading sparkle , a long sigh , realizing going back to dutie...

Hey there, you might relate to the content. You don't think so? Tell me, do sometime your head feels too heavy of thoughts? You don't know why you are thinking whatever you are thinking. You start with a happy thought but end up thinking of sad memory. You are clueless how you came to this thought in the very first place. You go to bed and your head pours out the memories you're holding onto. You wake up and your mind don't think of the things you should do rather things you shouldn't. Well, then this is of course for you! I've titled it "Chaos in my head" ... Living in this box full of thoughts , It's chocking my breath, help me survive . This chaos ruining my mind, Finding 'me' I've lost, found it rive . Journey of finding peace, finding comfort, It's an unending path , I've walked miles. Connecting with new person each time, But ending up lone , raising are the broken's pile . ...

Hey, a poem this time, it's more of a one way convo, like letting them know how comfortable we wanna make them feel... ... Tell me the secrets you aren't proud of, They'll remain with me like my own... Whisper me the things you  don't say out loud, My heart will hold them like in tone... Tell me all your sorrow , your  regrets , I might not make them less, but you won't have to carry them lone ... Write me what you feel sad about, I'll find happiness in them like under the black skin there's white bone... Tell me your story, mTell  me what's wrong what's right , I'll pour a cup of coffee & sit by your side and say " Whatever you are, you are not alone " Give me all of it, pour your heart out, I'll be there by your side, like somebody you've always known ... -Sakib Tamboli A Story Teller Comment you thoughts, share with somebody you want to say ...

  Hi everyone, this time, let's talk about something typical this time "Life", but in a different way this time, give it a go...   To   many of the people   life   is a journey , to some it’s a   flowing water . While to some it is an elevated version of a   somebody else's life . Sometime it's a   flying bird   to someone and a   caged one   to other, it's a question with limitless answers and with scope of infinity. But, when you think of mending your life and expressing it as some other whole new story, what it would be?   Will it be a   falling leaf   of an old tree, or a   young drop of water   resting on some leaf. Will it be   a clay   with millions of possibilities to become, or   a stone   carved into everlasting something.   A child   with whole life ahead or   an old   wrinkled person bedridden because of some incurred illness.   A new plane ...