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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, 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 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 ...

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...

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 ...

Each time I know you a bit more, I admire you a little more & with all regards I find myself farer from the fact that one day i'll lose you. The fact became reality, we lost each other, but the mutuality we had, won't fade, those thing's, feelings we use to share, won't fade. But we sue to ' the fact ' and walk different paths, we keep wondering, thinking about that one step that gone wrong and we ended up here, we keep wondering and wondering and wondering, the moment we spent together were so damn real to end up being a lie, but I know it wasn't a lie, you know it wasn't a lie, we know 'us' wasn't a lie, it was the most perfect truth I've lived.  After lots of thoughts in all directions, we ended up blaming karma, destiny, and all kind of senseless reasons. But somewhere, just somewhere apart from these solitary self of us, somewhere within these senseless reasons, somewhere far from all discomforts, looking at the deep dark ...

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...

When you love someone, you want to fight for it, you want to put everything at stake, and you just do it . Sometimes against the world, sometimes you fight with yourself, sometimes with them. But what about when I just want to stop. What about when I just want to love , either i am sick of 'fighting things'or i am fond of love , I don't know, but sometimes, I just ignore the stuffs I feel can invoke a fight, just to avoid a fight. Sometimes i don't want to clear the mess just because, anything but a fight is what i don't want . I just want to make myself understood, i want to clear the mess, but i drown them off. Sometimes I want to speak up, when i can't say it on the face so text helps, but ' the backspace ' understands more than he do, it keeps my secret. All I say is " I love you " & yeah, it's a dawn, it could have been a dawn in hell but it ain't. I walk pass, love is absolute , I walk quiet, love is glorious . All t...