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divyawritespoems · 3 months

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You are the pearl that blossoms into flowers, that bathes the air with its warming scent. That sparkles with grace and boasts its magnificence in the heart of the beholder. No less than a treasure beyond this universe, wait till she shows you off to all the looters.

-Divya

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divyawritespoems · 4 months

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When I say you are the sunlight to me, I don't do it to sound cliché but because you light up my dark-walled heart. Because you ease the demons who eat me up from the inside. The sunlight that turns my tears into diamonds. And lights up my gray skies.

You are the sun who despite being 1.5 million km away from me, would still manage to shine for me. And when I say you are the sun, I don't mean the sun in July, I mean the sun of the winters that would sweep off the hustles of the cold that makes me brittle.

And even if I'd have to regret not keeping you for myself, I would do that gladly because lights don't stay in the dark places darling. And so does the sun.

-Divya

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divyawritespoems · 5 months

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divyawritespoems · 6 months

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I no longer wish to be your sunlight and a sunflower. As for you, I was mere nobody. Because you didn't see the bright in me and I couldn't see how you neglected me.

For you i was just a glass, mere glass. As for you i only quenched your thirst. And, you didn't see the cool i gave you and i couldn't see how wide i could flow..

So far now since you've used me all, i refuse to add up my bits into your loop holes. Even if the tulips of your heart get dry and you get short of breath.

-Divya

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divyawritespoems · 9 months

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I say- I starve for your gaze on a crazy beach day where you brush your hair and look me in the eyes. Your fingers reach my hand and trace the lines to look for your name, as I see you smile I gently kiss on your forehead. I starve for your breath, as the water hits the land, you caress my cheeks and I melt in your palms.

You should stay closer, your lips complement mine, you whisper my name and soon our tongues intertwine.

I say- we should stay closer till death do us part. In the end, I would shut down the sun to only feel the warmth in your arms.

-Divya

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divyawritespoems · 10 months

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You were empty. And, I starved for your love, for you to swallow my heart and feel full. So you would feel me inside and love me a little.

-Divya

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divyawritespoems · 11 months

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Tears?

The wildness fills up the white of my eyes like sunlight and spills out from the eyelids with every violent stimulus that reaches my brain. With every response that validates my pain comes another day where I swim away from the waves that chase me and pull me back among them, the waves that run violent waters and make me beg for some more help.

My hands hurt with every attempt to swim back up from the deep cuts in my skin that my mind drowns me in. Pain that runs like blood in my torn vein leaks out and asks me to find an escape.

My eyes- A mirror that should crack but rather soaks my reflection in and destroys it so that only I remain.

And a new chrysanthemum blooms from each tear as it flows out and makes me feel dead.

P.S. ‘When anger occupies most of a person, agony comes out with it as a flashback of some haunting memories and some tears tracing their path out of the eyes’. And here you are. Confined within the walls of your brain that keep pushing you beneath the wounds that feel heavy and that ache until you find an escape.

-Divya

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divyawritespoems · 1 year

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A live Kintsugi art!

With every passing second, as I lose some more breath and regain consciousness, I feel the eternal blessings of my alive cells. Sometimes I feel how lifeless I have felt at times I wasn't standing against my flaws. At one moment I'm at the top of the Ferris wheel and in the other I hit the rock bottom and break a thousand times harder than before.

And, I don't even look for the shattered pieces when I've made some room for the lacquer to occupy the irreplaceable sites where the marked parts of me resided. Thinking of painting it with the golden sparkling color would definitely change its texture but it somehow can not bring back the structure. It may be tough to move around like this but I have made up my mind to settle into the new normal I have found.

Because- “Some things are more beautiful when they’ve been broken.”

And, I certainly want to be that 17-year-old boy breaking pottery and finding beauty in broken objects. I want to walk fixed. Like “A live kintsugi art.”

-Divya

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divyawritespoems · 1 year

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I am a ‘sculpture’ that YOU made.

I am a beautifully carved human sculpture you say, that obeys every hammer, every chisel until my whites look pale, bruised, and black.

You carve emotions that you think will look good on me but I know I am hurt, I'm bleeding inside as I can't even move my feet.

You make me stiff and bent and posy, but how can I tell my body aches and cries for healing when my lips are sealed? YOU made me like this.

You put a marble in my mouth and my teeth are sensitive, you choke me and I want to crawl inside my body folds as I wrap myself in my skin.

You say it's “me and you against the world”, but all I see is a threat that you hold on to me and I would want to run toward the world.

How can I know what happens around me until I am a marionette of the evil I was born from? When you hold onto me like the lungs to air as you choke me but still want me to breathe.

How can I say that I want to be the emotions that escaped from the surface when you touched my skin and hammered me anyway.

I am a ‘sculpture’ that YOU made.

-Divya

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divyawritespoems · 1 year

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Love is a habit. The habit ends. You die!

With every gulp that you make, you feel the coldness that crawls through your throat to your stomach.

It's(love) a habit that keeps you filled and alive and stuffed so that you don't lose your appetite.

It's the fuel that keeps you going even when you feel like someone's gonna dig a hole through you and that you'll be buried in-depth.

You'll be that “once existed” specimen that will float in nothingness, that people will look at with pity.

But ever since you stopped using the memories as your only fuel that used to drive you through the dark woods at night and that gave you pain,

You became an unbreakable sheath that left a habit behind.

And, some say-

‘Love is a habit. The habit ends. You die’.

But you don't die until you starve for that last fraction of breath that's left on the planet until someone snatched it from you. People don't die so easily. They have diseases as their companion.

So, even though love was a habit and it ended. YOU'LL STAY ALIVE.

You don't have to die to prove that you were in love.

Get up, and look in the mirror, it's not tough, admire the pretty flaws and live with the flow. Feel alive!

-Divya

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divyawritespoems · 1 year

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Did I stop feeling it?

No. The sun still burns as usual and the rays still impinge on my skin.

And I still cut my fingers with the knife-edged leaves.

I look down at the roads I take to listen to the sounds stones make.

I still find poems in the wind and rhyme in the breeze.

I still look at the same blank sky every day with zero expressions.

I find an escape in not feeling anything while feeling about it a lot.

Just like-

“the world in books seems so much more alive than anything outside”...

Sometimes not knowing the reality close, doesn't hurt much when you've been tired of realizing it does.

-Divya

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divyawritespoems · 1 year

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Whenever I try to put everything that's inside of me in words when I try to open up, a gush of chilliness and coldness rushes through my body and I start to quiver a bit.

It's because you're asking for my feelings to flow out of me and pour my soul out for once.

It's not hard but it's not easy.

-Divya

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divyawritespoems · 1 year

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Volatile friendship

Only if I knew it was as volatile as the alcohol,

I would have never gotten high with your drunken words.

Only if I knew it was as temporary as the losses,

I would have preferred losing you over the comfort you brought.

Even though I remember the sign I drew on your bag,

I could see how you changed when you brought yourself a new one.

-Divya

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divyawritespoems · 1 year

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Why are you not writing nowàdays

I'm sorry buddy! I've been busy with my studies lately. Also, exams are starting today, I'm feeling a bit nervous as I'm writing this. I'm trying hard to cover every single thing and I'm doing my best. Just wish me luck!!

I'll write and post here soon...

Have a good day ahead.

-Divya

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divyawritespoems · 1 year

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Oh my gosh! I'm glad you liked it. Thanks a lot. You made my Sunday morning incredibly beautiful.🥰🙇🏻‍♀️

Why does a body need a soul?

A soul doesn't get to smell the flowers that bloom in the gardens.

It doesn't get to taste the bitterness the bitter guard possesses.

It doesn't know how peaceful the sky could be when we fret.

A soul doesn't get to feel the warmth every touch brings.

It doesn't get to believe and think about what makes us overthink.

It doesn't feel the trauma the body feels when it gets hurt.

It doesn't even know what walking, dancing, and singing feel like.

A soul doesn't know what getting goosebumps feel like,

What reading books and living in fantasies feel like.

It doesn't get to know what an adrenaline rush feels like and,

It doesn't even know what dopamine does to us when we fall in love.

How will it know the feelings that keep us awake at night?

How will it know what every sensation does to this body?

Got an answer?

It's simple.

It's the soul that makes the body aware of itself, that lets it feel the sensations around. That doesn't pull the body down from doing what it feels like doing. It makes it capable of being a human, capable of doing things that we are programmed to do.

In the end, it's the soul that keeps us aware and alive.

-Divya

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divyawritespoems · 1 year

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Why does a body need a soul?

A soul doesn't get to smell the flowers that bloom in the gardens.

It doesn't get to taste the bitterness the bitter guard possesses.

It doesn't know how peaceful the sky could be when we fret.

A soul doesn't get to feel the warmth every touch brings.

It doesn't get to believe and think about what makes us overthink.

It doesn't feel the trauma the body feels when it gets hurt.

It doesn't even know what walking, dancing, and singing feel like.

A soul doesn't know what getting goosebumps feel like,

What reading books and living in fantasies feel like.

It doesn't get to know what an adrenaline rush feels like and,

It doesn't even know what dopamine does to us when we fall in love.

How will it know the feelings that keep us awake at night?

How will it know what every sensation does to this body?

Got an answer?

It's simple.

It's the soul that makes the body aware of itself, that lets it feel the sensations around. That doesn't pull the body down from doing what it feels like doing. It makes it capable of being a human, capable of doing things that we are programmed to do.

In the end, it's the soul that keeps us aware and alive.

-Divya

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divyawritespoems · 1 year

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I exist...

I'm the top layer of the soil that erodes when it pours but still exists somewhere in a heap or between roots.

Even if it's hard to show up, I still exist.

-Divya

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