selah_mj

POTTERHEAD, DIRECTIONER

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  • selah_mj 57w

    Don't bother yourself much with the labels painted for you, about you by people.
    Remember, a painting is always from the perspective of a painter and not the subject

    ©selah_mj

  • selah_mj 60w

    The time stood still, as the door left open,
    i could feel my blood run cold.
    planning all the routes we'd take to see the world now feel empty, now that you've taken another highway.

    oh my dear lost lover, I write this for you
    coz I ain't so over you.
    I feel a smile ache on my face everytime see a memory etched in my head
    how do I ever see past that spell of my dear lost lover.

    I can feel the breeze telling me to see that things have changed and nothings same
    but how do I convince myself?
    I hear your voice echoing in my head,
    the damce we shared flashing in my dreams
    how is it possible for someone to have hold so strong?

    dear lost lover I write this for you
    so I can finally be free of our strong love.
    there's a part of me that still cares of us
    I leave the door to my heart open hoping you'd come and see me by...

    ©selah_mj

  • selah_mj 60w

    I know we said our last goodbye,
    but we keep the door to our hearts open in hope
    like the road not taken, we'll make a choice we'll find our ways back together.

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  • selah_mj 61w

    I wish we were like a R.D Burman song
    A tune that dances on drums or Saxophone
    like "O Haseena Zulfon wali jaane jaha"
    or where it Waltzes slowly
    like "Tumne mujhe dekha hoke Meherbaan"

    Wishes it will be like a poet expressing his love a little mischievously,
    as in "Aap ki Ankhon mein kuch mehke hue se raaz hai"
    Or maybe a little playfully,
    perhaps, "Jaane kaha mera jigar gaya ji, abhi abhi yahi tha kidhar gaya ji."

    Beauty of us like the soulful notes of a siren like singers,
    in Love as "Lag ja gale ke phir ye hasin raat ho na ho."
    or grieving like "Naina Barse Rhim jhim rhim jhim"

    ©selah_mj

  • selah_mj 62w

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  • selah_mj 62w

    Be the chord I play on the rhythm of my heart
    Our lives could be like a symphony of Mozart.

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  • selah_mj 72w

    How I Write

    My thought process crumbles,
    When I struggle to find the correct syllables,
    That's a bit of reality,
    That I challenge my capacity
    Being a lover of writing, it's my responsibility
    Come up with new written work
    Build up my own vocabulary network.

    First I start with the theme,
    Mostly, it's one my dreams
    Then come the words flowing like stream,
    I frame them smoothly like cream.
    Sometimes it goes a little to mainstream
    But, I try to go up to my extreme.

    Then I go for the sentence form,
    Then I move to transform
    Brew up a phrasal storm
    By engaging in a brainstorm.

    That's how my day goes,
    My imagination flows
    Drowning in poetry and prose

    ©selah_mj

  • selah_mj 72w

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  • selah_mj 73w

    Doubt is undoubtedly the worst of all reactions.

    ©selah_mj

  • selah_mj 74w

    Clouds of people cover up my sky
    To pour down the words of how I'm supposed to be
    A woman with posture or perhaps a bit poise
    Fragile figure with a soft voice
    It's all a bit blurry as the basful comments strike on my like the lightening and the expectations shake me like the thunder on a dark night.

    I don't know who I am,
    What I look like is not how I wanna be like
    The cover on my skin is fake
    Maybe it's there so there's no reason for my heart to ache
    I don't know who I am,
    I don't know if I know myself.

    Poured on me your thoughts and expectations
    Made lose myself in the commotion
    Finding myself is not so easy when there is always a voice saying to just go with the flow.
    I don't even know myself anymore.

    ©selah_mj