Jayahariny Selvaraju

An ordinary fella tangled up in the world of words and music🤍

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baby I'm dancing in the dark with you between my hands

bro was just imagining

bye

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Its 3 am and I'm melting into tears!

The ache is real

4 mar 23

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Its not that easy to sit without any thoughts running in your mind!

Are you really living a life if you can be so much thoughtless without doing anything at this moment!?

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And overthinking is superbly different from thinking about what it is all about

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'Cause baby girl you don't need validation from anyone to be your own kinda beautiful!

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I desire the things which will destroy me in the end

Sylvia plath

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Train travel >>>

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A calm Sunday afternoon spent writing poetry

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Poetry is like loving the great unknown, Searching for peace among the verses, Losing yourself in a cosmos of words,

What are we living for, if not for dulcet poetries, crimson flowers, and a cup of coffee?

Well, Poetry is a never ending saga!

So am I?

©️Jayahariny

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What if I was born to only write poetries that bloom like daisies from my aorta ??

What if I was not chosen to be the one who gets all the flowers, so I turn back to poetry to write about 'em?// What's beauty if not a poet's whisper to his/her diary? What if poetry is my only destiny??

But wait,

What if I die while writing poetry?//Will my poems search for me??//Will my incomplete poems crave for its completion??//Will my poems forgive me for not completing them??

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It's pretty again, to turn sunsets into sunrises but darling it's something inside the sun that makes it burn!

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/All of us are traveling on the road of nowhere, apparently life's a road to nowhere/

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A hundred tiny daydreams, searching and running behind our goals aren't we all  a bunch of toddlers running behind an abandoned kite, that has no destiny defined.

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Living for people's acceptance, indeed we are plotting our own rejection,  a validation from ourselves, from within is all that matters. All that we need in life is in turn nourished by the roots underneath. 

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Barefoot on the grass, navy blue skies above, in my quiet spaces, I run in search for broken glasses with withered sunflowers in my hand, teeny weeny raindrops on my face, with volcanic lungs and eyes that can erupt anytime soon,  my plethora of words are now stuck in a maze,  bewitched by dreams, all over my mind is a goal , maybe it's still hiding behind the misty clouds that I always admire.

Sometimes life feels like a placebo effect? Isn't it??

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"Maybe you are searching among the branches for what only appears in the roots"

-Rumi