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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, everyone of us have this little worry somewhere in their head. We care what other person think about us, not everybody but just few. Maybe ten, maybe one, but we do. I do, I often wonder if somevsom think of me as a fake person, as egoist, self centered or something... Here's to answer that... #WhenThoughtsRhyme I am not a person fake Whatever I am, I am not a person fake, Judge me for what I am, not for the choices I make. Life is not just about what decision we fall for, But life is also about what decisions we didn't take. Running for comfort, switching for better, fading is the essence of living, we all need a break. Since from birth we are all decision maker, at the end of the day, it's our life, we are the care taker. Learning to speak , we've to decide either to say " momma " or " dadda " first, Learning to learn , we've to decide either to stick to "what they w...

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, 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 ... ...

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...

Here's a small story, its more of a thought I had lately which I thought I should be sharing... Don't forget to comment your thoughts... :) . . Life’s a stage, where we all entered alone, Some are sweet, some sour, they laugh & moan. Tonight, we have a costume contest, All were wearing witches and monster’s. Passing through the lobbies, where I carved my hobbies, Somebody put their arm across my shoulder. Said ‘ Tonight is costume contest, didn’t you know ’, Adding, ‘ look, I got Frankenstein, what about you? ’. Said ‘ why you are not trying the contest? ’, I said, ‘ because, I have no costume. ’ A thought passed my mind, so quick it did wind. In this world of fakes, For one’s sake, Some costume we make, For other, a different one we take. The wardrobe one I have is full, Some are synthetic, some natural as wool, I don’t know, where I get more, I can’t dump old, some are special, some chore. Well, I entered the stage with no suit, They gazed so...

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...