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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 ...

Hey there, I often have this feeling, 'Is there a (kind of) one way to know "you", to know "them", to know just "everyone" out there?' Looking for the answer to it, look what my pen has to say...  If you wanna know a writer , look for the words they use. if you wanna know a painter , look for the colors they pick. If you wanna know a cook , look for the flavors they choose. If you wanna know a kid , look for the choices they make. if you wanna know an adult , look for the choices they regret. if you wanna know a wise person , look for the choices they are happy about. if you wanna know yourself don't look into a mirror, don't listen to " them ", look into your head, listen to the voices it makes. Sounds evil , evil you are. sounds chaotic , a mess you are. sounds melodiou s, an artist you are. sounds inspiring, sad, happy , a human you are. Glad of it? hope you are ... ...

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 , welcome again. You know.... Compan y of someone special really makes us a good person, it makes us do things in a better way, or in some cases it makes us do things while earlier we were all lone, and detached from outer world. After a quality of time together, we find ourselves into that person, and into some good things we never want to stop doing, including being with that very person . Now we talk to them like filling out the slam book , like they question a drop & we answer with ocean, and we totally not aware of how silly we are being, how “ at risk ” we are. Immature is fine, can be helped, but must avoid going insane. We've raised our ( imaginary ) relation with that person so damn high , that if we fall from there we'd die of depression and anxiety & don't know what else, it'd just shatter into pieces of something that was made so fine and eye catching with those little pats of kindness . Now we are in deep fear of ending up there, s...