tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1883646412710321482024-03-06T00:23:59.867+05:30Riot in my headA little bit of me, with a little bit of you. A little of the old mixed with the new. A little too loud, a little too shy. A little grounded and a little high. A little bit of sad and a little bit of laugh. A little bit of evrything i carry in my heart.Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-42545984859126246252012-12-04T20:59:00.004+05:302012-12-04T21:08:35.914+05:30Your own bedlam<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
To cry yourself to sleep. A martyr to it or not, the thought of it makes you cringe. Saddens your heart to
no end. But If you think that is the worst a wounded heart could endure,
you're mistaken.<br />
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It's that formidable dream. That nightmare of
love painted across lakes. That horrifying journey when you traversed
across a long unending road, with the one you <span class="" id="query_h1">skedaddled from.<br /><br />It's when you wake up in the morning, with tears in your eyes and love on your lips.<br /><br />When you realize your own skin is foreign to.<br /><br />When your heart no longer belongs to you. When it wants to break through the rib cage because the agony is too much to contain.<br /><br />You
shout curses at your heart, you peel at your skin, you carve hurt on your temple.
This sorrow creeping all over your body.</span><br />
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<span class="" id="query_h1">Hoping it will end. You beg it
to stop.<br /><br />It's when morning brings no solace. And remorse is your companion.<br /><br />It's when nothing is good enough and living is yet another burden to the soul.<br /><br />Morning is nothing but your very own bedlam.<br /><br />And
at night when midnight strikes, you are taken back into the abyss of
nostalgia, to mourn, snivel, into the pillow, before you fall into a
deep slumber.</span><br />
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<span class="" id="query_h1">Only to be awakened by the nightmare of love.</span><br />
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<span class="" id="query_h1">And the morning... well. </span></div>
Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-21883125685563551112012-12-02T20:45:00.002+05:302012-12-02T20:50:07.596+05:30Aftermath of love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Do unto other before they do unto you. Slit their throats,
watch while they bleed, and laugh while they slowly but surely lose life from
their eyes. </div>
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Isn't that how the world works? Isn't that how we work? Isn't that how we have been living? It’s difficult to judge people. Especially when
all you see in their eyes, is a reflection of what you are. <br />
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Cold, stubborn, relentless and unworthy. When you laugh at
how ugly their hearts are, you are mocking no one but yourself.</div>
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When does it start? This downhill trip… I reckon no one has
the answer.</div>
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One moment you’re the fifth mountain, the one that has
endured the rain, the winter and the storm. Next moment you’re in ruins. Enduring
the insufferable aftermath of love.</div>
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While you sit in the corner and brood over what has become
of you, your eyes well up. Not because you think you deserve better.</div>
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You weep because you have to brave this storm. You have to
be strong. When all you want is to crumble to pieces. To be torn in shreds. To
be eaten by the earth. To be swallowed by the waves.</div>
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There’s only so much pain one can endure, after that it’s
living a purposeless life. Dependent on friends to help you sail through the
ordeal.</div>
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And there they are, strong pillars, doing everything in
their might to keep you from drowning. And what do you do? You kick and push
and shove them away. You beg the water to consume you.</div>
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But how much will your friends swim for you.</div>
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How much can they breathe for you?</div>
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How long can they live for you?</div>
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Is it fair to them?</div>
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I’ll leave you with these questions.</div>
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Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-64639738844242921732012-10-23T10:49:00.002+05:302012-10-23T10:50:21.477+05:30Unto dust we shall return<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">The walls are closing in. It's a strange feeling of comfort. Of security.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It’s when you're huddled in the corner, scraping paint off the walls, the nails bleached in red and afraid of the knob.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When there's nothing left, but to accept your plight. You smile at
the darkness filling your soul. With the walls, you no longer fight</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Let the doors remain sealed, and the wisp has been squeezed. The wax melting off the walls, sorrow will dance among the halls.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Children run, they don't see the place. It's time to celebrate. Another spirit freed from slavery. Another captive set free.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The free are the ones that are bound, the children will weep a thousand lives and you'll be nowhere to be found.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They'll call and cry and shout your name. But, silence will be their
reply. They'll wish for old times to resurrect. But all in vain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Withering in pain, you watch in vain. They go mute in screams; you walk along the void with the stars extinguished from light.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Watch the sun set on the boulevard. Watch them retreat in their houses.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Smile.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You are going home.</span><br />
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-- Varun & Mitchelle<br />
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Author's note:<br />
This is an amalgamation of a random conversation we both had. It's
the musings of our hearts. It paints a picture. And each of you will be
able to see a different story. Hope you guys like this effort. We'll
work on some more. Cheers!<br />
Checkout Varun's other works on <a href="http://www.varunsaysstfu.blogspot.com/">http://www.varunsaysstfu.blogspot.com</a></div>
Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-85716424259836140372012-10-23T10:46:00.001+05:302012-10-23T10:46:55.672+05:30Walk until you lose the road<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">The silence on the streets and the dull thud of your shoe on the
gravel is realization, of how detached you are from the world. Walk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I hear the sound of my every move. I match it to the thumping of my
heart. The universe is in place, my soul is at peace. I walk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But the lash of somber and the wind carry the message, the stench of the asphalt and the soul hinged broken. I walk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The bloody trail, the warmth on my cheek and the noises in my head sanctimoniously speak. I listen. I witness. I walk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Everything seeps within; I push harder against the light, searching for a new meaning, something that might be right. I walk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Closing myself to the scourges, I whisper to the strong woman inside the girl "search within". I tumble, but I walk. I walk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There’s a force, a drive that explodes in a million pieces. I walk to be free, I walk to be found and I walk to go nowhere.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I walk to go nowhere.</span><br />
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-- Varun & Mitchelle<br />
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Author's note:<br />
<br />
This is an amalgamation of a random conversation we both had. It's
the musings of our hearts. It paints a picture. And each of you will be
able to see a different story. Hope you guys like this effort. We'll
work on some more. Cheers!<br />
Checkout Varun's other works on <span class="url"><a href="http://www.varunsaysstfu.blogspot.com/" rel="me nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.varunsaysstfu.blogspot.com </a></span></div>
Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-76601977878272732492012-10-22T09:57:00.001+05:302012-10-22T09:57:09.179+05:30Went over to the other side<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I had a dream,<br /> It was beautiful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was standing atop a cliff,<br /> Stood for hours on end.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The wind in my hair.<br /> The sound of loneliness filling my mind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was beautiful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My eyes were closed.<br /> My palms made into a fist.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A chill ran down my spine.<br /> I was happy & afraid.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was beautiful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That fear was addictive.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It wanted to escape.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But I held on it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And what I feared most was now looking me in the eye.<br /> I had woken up from my dream.<br /> It spoke of my companions.<br /> It spoke of fear.<br /> It spoke of loneliness.<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> It was beautiful.</span><br />
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Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-831836986891969172012-10-22T09:51:00.001+05:302012-10-22T09:57:42.120+05:30Selfless love's a myth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Every word of selfless love,<br /> Every ache they cause,<br /> I hear, and watch, and laugh and cry.<br /> On the empty midnight street of my mind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've had it all,<br /> More than I've asked for,<br /> Much more than I ever wished.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It boils down to nothing.<br /> The story begins with you.<br /> The story begins with a facade.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And when the curtains are torn.<br /> So is the past.<br /> So is your lie.<br /> So is my heart.<br /> So is our tie.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I hear, and watch, and laugh and cry.<br /> As I lie naked on the empty midnight street of my mind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The empty room with a single light.<br /> The empty box of memories.<br /> The empty words of selfless love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They stare at my soul.<br /> They find nothing.</span></div>
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Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-89138801954848264312012-01-24T17:55:00.001+05:302012-01-24T17:55:22.740+05:30Penance<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<div class="body"><div class="inner"><span style="font-size: large;">With what ease you let the silence dwell.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">With what patience you spend the night.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Not meeting eye to eye holds no guilt and the absence of words holds no urgency.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It was your punishment. I was the inflictor.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It was, after all, your fault. I was, after all, wronged.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I didn’t realize then, but punishing you is futile.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Your punishment leaves a burn on my soul.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It makes me want to gather you in my arms. That is my only healer.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So I pick you up, dust you and take you on my shoulder.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My tear’s your healer. My tear’s your forgiveness.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The inflictor, the inflicted and the guilty are one.</span></div></div></div>Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-85983265735014866832012-01-23T11:59:00.003+05:302012-01-23T11:59:49.209+05:30The maddening thought<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;">Envy the hold you have on me. <br />
Perplexed, why I don't own you the same. <br />
Beyond the merry. <br />
Beyond the smiles. <br />
Beyond the show of a perfect life, I worry. <br />
Will he choose another, is not what will slit and ache. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Will she have that enviable hold on him? What if she does</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I'm afraid she does. <br />
And that stings. </span></div>Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-72580437930657322002011-07-09T20:47:00.003+05:302012-01-22T23:21:42.946+05:30Own<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">Those deep brown eyes,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like the colour of a damp tree bark.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That innocent, moving smile,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like that of a playing child.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Those locks, velvet smooth</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and those arms powerful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">None of them I'd love to own.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'd love to own that heart.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Iron tough.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Stone cold.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Indifferent.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Torn.</span></div>Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-57453051226176170732011-05-02T22:21:00.003+05:302011-05-04T22:27:08.649+05:30When I turn hollow I will fill you up<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXLSW7PMg_t5AEpcJOZZmL_wchlfRgDAD9JjZbNvr8OT4Z0lH5IyP-jITiPAO5_Zs92Y0Vt_eVtAG9ngSoXXUbDeapSlSJ3HE2grIUyhtzOmp4TZiNGCHk8fLdUaXgbcyunO_v_QVWogg/s1600/Pour+your+heart+out+Detail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXLSW7PMg_t5AEpcJOZZmL_wchlfRgDAD9JjZbNvr8OT4Z0lH5IyP-jITiPAO5_Zs92Y0Vt_eVtAG9ngSoXXUbDeapSlSJ3HE2grIUyhtzOmp4TZiNGCHk8fLdUaXgbcyunO_v_QVWogg/s640/Pour+your+heart+out+Detail.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've reached the end right now,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This is all i have to put at your feet.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">All I could offer I did.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Drained my soul.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Skinned myself. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Turned myself inside out.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But it isn't enough, Is it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I shall snatch from another and bring it to you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I've given all and I'm empty I shall steal for you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I turn hollow I will fill you up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I will give you not only what's mine but what you deserve.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I will bleed myself for you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">and I'm not afraid to kill. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I die each day to keep you alive in me,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">to keep you with me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yes, I will do what's forbidden.</span><br />
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</span></div>Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-19533763799883507532011-04-18T17:54:00.001+05:302011-04-18T17:54:12.751+05:30Lose it!<div class='posterous_autopost'><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <img alt="Dsc07636" height="707" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/mitchellez/tYvkoO9TMe2AJTjTfH7chRsp0Nxzhtr9j9ZEN6ijITl0vdJHaDdUAmVGQpJu/DSC07636.jpg" width="546" /> </div> <p>Shoe-off<br /></p></div>Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-76114722062662409772011-04-16T17:08:00.001+05:302011-04-16T17:08:00.752+05:30My Childhood<div class='posterous_autopost'><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <img alt="198474_1769421809482_165732845" height="540" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/mitchellez/gsuEjwaTex83upb0b9L4AUJos2c6ROTBTOMpUegHJU5pZ1JXliFX1lvHsXIj/198474_1769421809482_165732845.jpg" width="720" /> </div> <p>Madonna and me when we were younger :)<br /></p></div>Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-70445998517383784262011-04-15T12:49:00.001+05:302011-04-15T12:49:56.184+05:30We are family!<div class='posterous_autopost'><div class="gmail_quote"><div class="gmail_quote"><div class="gmail_quote"><div><div><b>This has got to be the picture of the year….truly awesome!</b><b> </b><b> <br /> <br />This is the Columbus , Ohio family that just had the sixtuplets, this picture is priceless! <br /></b><b><br /> </b><br /></div> </div> </div> </div> </div> <p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <img alt="Att00001" height="1" 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Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-25223673833621629362011-04-13T13:01:00.001+05:302011-04-13T13:01:27.555+05:30Untitled<div class='posterous_autopost'><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <img alt="India-champion-cricket-world-c" height="420" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/mitchellez/vCmpyYCH2c9gNzqhUGGj53XWnwoL89kk8ZAQHdbZw8l615OHZIlPwbMZK1y8/India-champion-cricket-world-c.jpg" width="700" /> </div> <p>India - Winners of 2011 CWC<br /></p></div>Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-27405224516245254452011-04-05T00:39:00.000+05:302011-04-05T00:39:39.516+05:30New turn<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; 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<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">I think I love you,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">And I'd like to think you love me too.</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Too far I've come,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">I've left the old skin to put on a new.</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">I'm ready for the future and all it holds,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">As long as we live as two bodies one souls.</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">I'm ready for unbearable laughter</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">and tears of ache.</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Because I changed for you,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">expecting you to remain the same.</span></i></div></div>Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-39107723546153281042011-03-11T18:18:00.001+05:302011-03-11T18:21:52.276+05:30My beloved one<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-IN">Oh beloved one,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-IN">Will you hold my trembling hand?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-IN">Will you be there when shadows cloud my soul?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-IN">Oh beloved one,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-IN">Will you bring back hope?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-IN">Will you brighten my day with your smile?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-IN">Oh beloved one, will you?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-IN">Will you be there when living seems so hard?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-IN">Will you be there when I stumble and fall?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-IN">Will you be there when I slip away the facade of my strength?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-IN">And when I tear off the mask I’ve been wearing so long.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-IN">Oh beloved one.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-IN">Will you be there to tell me you love me when I know my time has come?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-IN">I have but a month.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-IN">Will you be with me and make this month everything I ever wanted my life to be?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-IN">Will you, my beloved one, will you be there to kiss me Goodbye?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-IN">As I close my eyes with my head on you shoulder and your hand in mine?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-IN">Be there my beloved one, for I will be looking over you soon from heaven.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-IN">I’ll be there for you my beloved one. Always and forever.</span></span></div></div>Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-65427689198479737242010-12-29T18:18:00.001+05:302011-01-14T12:21:32.926+05:30Power of his gaze. The strength of his smile.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7eUYbFQ_bv78Q1cYpe9ZraxXBv6dqu0N3TA1d4yuf7kcTFy9BcAGivavoullkK96OAe2rbE-532D91ct54gB3HlZqGYuyDx-eSSadEKR2seXsEZZFWZczT_PQJL3PTqLdplmRKslc2a8/s1600/Left_Alone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7eUYbFQ_bv78Q1cYpe9ZraxXBv6dqu0N3TA1d4yuf7kcTFy9BcAGivavoullkK96OAe2rbE-532D91ct54gB3HlZqGYuyDx-eSSadEKR2seXsEZZFWZczT_PQJL3PTqLdplmRKslc2a8/s1600/Left_Alone.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Amidst the turmoil stands my refuge so still.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Calm as the night sky, a motionless sculpture,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The drops of his bravery trickle down his forehead</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Gleaming as the sun admirably smiles over him.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">And his lips curl into that bright smile which I hold so dear.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Those encouraging gaze, instils in me the strength to swallow my pain and fright.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">It frees me of mortal confinements.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I run to the edge.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I plant my feet there, like I did a thousand times before.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Not this time.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I jump off the cliff.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I smell freedom in the air.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I sense freedom in my bones.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I scream freedom through my soul.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I’m aware I shall be one with the earth any moment now.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">But I no longer breed fear in my heart.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nothing I dread now.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">For I’m certain he will be waiting for me below to catch me as I fall.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Gently embrace me into those powerful arms.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I shall kiss his forehead.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">As the drops of his bravery trickle down his forehead</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Gleaming as the sun admirably smiles over him.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">And his lips curl into that bright smile which I hold so dear.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">He smiles <i>at</i> me.</span></div>Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-19067066097731101252010-11-02T12:28:00.002+05:302010-11-02T21:13:02.161+05:30Chaos<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<h2 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Touch the Starry violet sky, </span></h2><h2 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Kiss the Blue Horizon, </span></h2><h2 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">On the moon lit ocean I lie, </span></h2><h2 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Draw a picture on the sand, </span></h2><h2 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Draw <i>your</i> picture on the sand. </span></h2><h2 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Sitting by the sea, </span></h2><h2 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Serenity my companion, </span></h2><h2 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I write your name on the shore. </span></h2><h2 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Erase it </span></h2><h2 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">To only write your name with mine.</span></h2></div></div></div><div class="zemanta-pixie" style="height: 15px; margin-top: 10px;"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://www.zemanta.com/" title="Enhanced by Zemanta"><img alt="Enhanced by Zemanta" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/zemified_e.png?x-id=bbad4eb3-221d-4fea-a985-e50b178d40fa" style="border: medium none; float: right;" /></a></div>Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-82412285006481697692010-07-22T21:33:00.003+05:302010-07-22T21:35:05.547+05:30Chinta-Mani (A "Raavan" review)<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Our first assignment for TYBMM was to review any current movie, of our choice. The class unanimously settled for "Raavan" over "Robin Hood". The movie turned out to be a great class trip, thanks to our professor. This is what i think of the movie.</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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</span></div><ul><li> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Beera (Abhishekh Bachchan) is a local hero, but a little unlike for the cops of “lal Mathi”. He may take on the persona of Robin Hood for the tribal people around, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that he is, but a criminal. This time around he has the police force in search of him, for kidnapping Raghini (Aishwarya Rai Bachchan) the beautiful wife of SP Dev Pratap Sharma (Vikram), Who believes he’s destined to capture Beera and put an end to the out-law.</i></span></li>
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<span class="apple-style-span">The movie begins with, Raavan-esque Beera, standing atop a cliff prepared to jump into a ravine. He plunges into the river and the scene changes to that of a huge boat with Beera onboard, crashing into Raghini’s canoe, bearing reference to the seetaharan episode of the epic Ramayana, (abduction of seeta by Raavan).And just when you begin to think you’re in for a roller coaster ride, you’re welcomed by a certain hollowness; that is the first half of the movie. The cat and mouse chase goes on for what seems like eternity, giving the viewers an illusion of a film.</span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">The second half of the movie, in comparison to the first, carries the story further, and keeps the audience seated. The scenic beauty of the set and the picturesque view of the locations, have you mesmerized. Thanks to our saviours, Santosh Sivan and Samir Chanda. They captured every minute detail and brought it forth with such vigor you cease to notice the frail plot of the movie. One can say, the cinematography was the strength of the movie and the plot or the absence of it was its weakness.</span><o:p></o:p><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">There is always something fascinating about villains, which is why Beera’s Character comes across as seductive and peculiar. Abhishekh Bachchan however, didn’t play out his full potential. Mrs Bachchan on the other hand, didn’t surprise me; she stood upto the little that was asked of her. Looking pretty. Govinda’s role of Hanuman isn’t glorious. Priyamani performs brilliantly as Beera’s stepsister. Ravi kissen’s role is limited and his potential hasn’t been developed upon. Rahman’s “Beera” played during the opening credits stays with you, but most of his other compositions fail to make a mark. Gulzahar Sahaab’s lyrics seem reasonable with regards to his other great works.</span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">Raavan is a good watch, for those who love to venerate and admire the beauty called – India. And that’s that.</span></span></div>Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-38614285225557503062010-04-14T15:53:00.000+05:302010-04-14T15:53:28.826+05:30Adios.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1dQgE3yTkOybunk5QLsmm8IEBTUnByjWBs1yHuj5QSLKBq6RoN4fqe1GIL6UsKmQtOIH_fWu2k3MG2H-IYmxh7ltCGPZl2SWche5XLCkqgi4OfRYmJUhrIZDijPX1hylwZ5GKsycqxy8/s1600/dp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1dQgE3yTkOybunk5QLsmm8IEBTUnByjWBs1yHuj5QSLKBq6RoN4fqe1GIL6UsKmQtOIH_fWu2k3MG2H-IYmxh7ltCGPZl2SWche5XLCkqgi4OfRYmJUhrIZDijPX1hylwZ5GKsycqxy8/s320/dp.jpg" /></a></div>A poem i wrote 5years ago, long long time back. found it among the old, dusty folders.<br />
About it? - Its simple.<br />
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Emptiness is what I feel,<br />
A hollow heart to show.<br />
I'm running still away from you,<br />
Somewhere I believed, I would never go.<br />
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You reckon I love you,<br />
And you said you always did,<br />
Then why today am I alone?<br />
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I waited for you as long as I could,<br />
I waited till my heart was torn.<br />
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Bled,<br />
Grieved.<br />
Sorrowed.<br />
Mourned.<br />
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But i fathom today,<br />
That with a smile, I'll have to let go Afterall<br />
If it wasn't for you,<br />
i wouldn't find the strong woman,<br />
inside the girl.<br />
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I am strong enough to say goodbye,<br />
with a never fading smile.<br />
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For this I know you'll miss me,<br />
If not always,<br />
but someday, even Just for a while.Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-73847265679310245212010-03-21T22:11:00.001+05:302013-04-30T12:42:52.032+05:30Prodigal Daughter.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Most of us don't really like Hindi lectures is school or college, Id say I'm an exception. Because the Hindi kavita's that I've grownup reading, were almost always an inspiration.<br />
Be it Kabir vani, or Meera's poems about Lord Krishna, Or Saint Surdas talking about the Almighty.<br />
Always creating melody from the deepest corners of their hearts. I sure am nothing as compared to those great poets, but this piece is like a Thank you to them, for teaching me so much, about life, love, and The Almighty, its called "Prodigal daughter".<br />
The prodigal son was taken back by his father into the family.<br />
He rose back from the dead, said the father. <br />
The question however is, Will a daughter ever be taken back?<br />
Will the stains that cloud her soul ever be forgotten?<br />
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<i><b>प्रोडिगल डॉटर| </b></i> <br />
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निकल घर से में चली, मोह-माया की ओर,<o:p></o:p></div>
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छोड़ आई अपने कुल का नाम, <o:p></o:p></div>
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उस अनजान मार्ग पर,<o:p></o:p></div>
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क्या आ सकुंगी वापिस ?<o:p></o:p></div>
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क्या भूल पाओगे आप ?<o:p></o:p></div>
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नहीं! <o:p></o:p></div>
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दिलदार नहीं हे दुनिया ,<o:p></o:p></div>
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नाही उसमे प्यार |<o:p></o:p></div>
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ना हूँ में एक बेटा ,<o:p></o:p></div>
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में तोह हूँ एक बेटी,<o:p></o:p></div>
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भूली भटकी , जो अब वापिस हे लोटी | <o:p></o:p></div>
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क्या मुझको मिल पायेगा ,<o:p></o:p></div>
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एक मोका ?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-81307200999030256512010-01-04T22:09:00.001+05:302010-01-04T22:24:47.780+05:30Take Me Away.Come and take me away…<br />
I don’t want to live,<br />
I'm just going to pray,<br />
Don’t want to see another day.<br />
I don’t want to see another day.<br />
<br />
Ugly me, ugly you.<br />
The beautifully ugly, <br />
Me and you.<br />
Together we were <br />
Wild, <br />
And together we were calm.<br />
Together we Were… <br />
And now I’m alone… <br />
Now I’m here, not with you.<br />
Now I’m numb.<br />
<br />
Come and take me away…<br />
I don’t want to live,<br />
I’m just going to pray,<br />
Don’t want to see another day.<br />
I don’t want to see another day.<br />
<br />
<br />
The sweetest of your words,<br />
Were mean, and bad.<br />
Were melodious and sad.<br />
Yet their in my heart,<br />
Like the song I love,<br />
I have music for it.<br />
It plays in my head…<br />
<br />
Thus I can smile, when my heart aches…<br />
When missing you seems, like a death in itself….<br />
When wanting you seems, like being stabbed in the chest.<br />
When touching you seems, like the sweetest dream.<br />
<br />
Thus I can smile when my heart aches,<br />
Yes I can smile,<br />
And wish, you take me away.<br />
<br />
Into your world,<br />
where i can dance and sway.Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188364641271032148.post-7158975386343272852009-11-14T17:46:00.000+05:302009-11-14T17:46:38.121+05:30My Only RefugeMy Haven,<br />
<br />
<br />
Not the smell of mama's food when all day hungry I've stayed.<br />
Not the refreshing beer on a long exhausting day.<br />
<br />
<br />
Not the smile that a stranger gives.<br />
Not the streaming tears that provide relief.<br />
<br />
My Haven,<br />
The times i wrapped my arms around you, when i was ill.<br />
<br />
The kiss on my forehead that you would give.<br />
<br />
They are gone with you,<br />
gone to the grave -<br />
the tomb of my only joy.<br />
<br />
They are gone with you,<br />
gone to the grave -<br />
the tomb of my only haven.Mitchelle Rozario Jansen (Myshelle)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16882161280918116826noreply@blogger.com0