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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 ...

It was a month and a week since we’ve been in a relationship. We just had a month anniversary on Wednesday. With you the relationship was amazing, no day I can think of when you didn’t make me believe more in how beautiful love can be . Now after 6 months, I say that I wish I have said it back then. I was not just immature , not just silly , not just lost , I was crazy to take that long to finally be able to realize. I still remember the day, a normal coffee after tiring lectures, and how foolishly you put all your feelings upfront, (Yeah, you are foolish to fall for somebody like me, somebody who takes this long to figure out if he’s in love, guess my momma is right about me, that I am too slow at things, I couldn’t agree more, I’ll stop defending myself, once and for all) you were foolish to make that coffee into a date all of a sudden, but I am glad you confessed your feelings for me that day, or dumb me would never have realized how good you are at loving somebody and ex...

  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 ...

Every morning when I use to walk to school, see you with your friends pass by in a car, I only dreamed of having, always gave a picture that how sorted and happy your life is. While in school you were so carefree, to my so-called taught manners smoking, drinking and stuffs were bad, but watching you do that, didn’t feel so wrong. With passing time, I found myself falling for a person who was bad and manner less according to my ‘ so-called ’ manners. I guess it was so because, I was watching you enjoying life. While here with those manners I’ve been taught to follow, my life was a misery, a kind of burden. I wished to live the way you do, but I was so scared to step out of my manner-boundaries . So, eventually, I fell for a person ‘they’ won’t accept. The wrong felt so right. You were good looking, and for sure I did know, you had lot of guys hooking on to you just for that ‘ lust-thing ’. I bet nobody had a genuine feeling, it was just your body to them. And words spread so fast, fa...

Here’s an usual thing that keeps happening now and then, but there’s something unusual too… Mornings were sunny , when you use to wait for me to get to school, I use to get both of us into trouble by running late every time, and we both get scolded almost every time. Afternoons were warm but comfortable , when you use to keep the table unoccupied for me, even if you find yourself into a quarrel for that. Evenings were cold and dark, but with you taking me to that favorite park of mine, walking a mile with me, even if your legs hurt in sleep, with you in dark I felt bold . Nights were quiet and shush , but with you helping me out with homework and getting this lazy ass to do tons of homework with that ease, shush were meaningful than a meaningless clatter . That immature childhood , with maturity of care, compassion, empathy, affection , and childhood with maturity of clueless love , we carved plans for future. I always wanted to own my a café, which you helped me to build ...

When My Thoughts Rhyme . Before you read, i guess you should know 'aegis' is a kind body armor...  Here you go, don't forget to comment and share if you like it . . . What have we seen...? What have we been...? The beauty of eternity, Locked away, covered by our sins... We live for own sake, For own pleasure, for own good, The devil it holds, the human it rinse... The good we do, yet Sometimes, little evil we sue... People often say, "there is no humanity left", Well, it never left, neither gave-up on us, Like mid-day moon, unseen but there, solid as aegis Sometimes we find it hard accepting, As the people we lean upon & glad of having, It happens to be not mutual, a little tremble is all to see, But this is life, way of living... Finding the human we lost, the path... The path might be freezing, you may end up sick,  Here's for the one who dream, as foolish as they may seem, It...