You are my father. My protector, My guide, You are the pillar That I know won't let me fall. You are the blood of my blood. You are my daughter. My baby, My pride, You are the reason That I try so hard. You are the blood of my blood. You are my father. The [...]
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Today’s Tiny Tale: Lesson
Everyone thought she was a mistake to be forgotten. He thought she was a lesson to be remembered. She was the reason he did not mess up with his next.
Closure
The best way to know That something is over Is when a tear finds Its way out Finally. For nothing outside us Can ever make it possible. Only what is within us Can free us Finally. There is no point In expecting a new life From something that died Awaiting our acceptance Finally. The best [...]
Today’s Tiny Tale: Expectant Rain
He first came to her in the rain. Now the rain reminds her of him. Now she waits for him, everytime it rains.
If You Could Turn Back Time…
If, by some magic, You could turn back time, What would you change? A situation, A word, Or an act? Another person, Many other people, Or yourself? If, by some magic, You could turn back time, Would you relive it? Stay there a little longer, Stay silent some more, Or stay the same? See them [...]
Go, Be a Fool
Enough with the smartness. Enough with rightness. Go, be a fool once in a while. Go, live freely for sometime. You think too much. You do way much more. But has it all always borne fruit? But has it all made you happy? A machine was made for a reason. A person obviously not for [...]
Today’s Tiny Tale: Real Stories
Everyone wants something like Lily-Marshall or Monica-Chandler. But real stories are made of something else. No wonder, the climax belongs to Robin-Ted or Rachel-Ross.
Remember Me
Don't remember me For the mistakes I make. For those in the past Are certainly not going to be my last. Remember me For how I make amends. Every now and then, Even when I leave you wondering when. Don't remember me For what I say. For I may not have said As much as [...]
Today’s Tiny Tale: Let Go
He let her go. Because she wanted to. Because he loved her.
Why Be Kind?
So many options to choose from -- Bravery, intelligence or strength, Charm, Humour or righteousness. Then why speak of The seemingly least of them all? Why bother with being kind? So much seen and heard, If not already, Then soon will be Of betrayal, doubt and slyness, Of incompetence, inequity and injustice. Why trouble oneself [...]
An Author You'll Remember 