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All my poems are here on the blog and you can read them. Also, I have not been sharing my writeups lately but what I had already shared are all here. But if they are not showing, I don't know, it might be a problem with the app. Just check it once again and let me know.

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I would rather fall into your eyes than the abyss that carries me down, many miles!

-Divya

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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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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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If this is what waiting feels like, i wanna go hang myself in the abyss of the mountains that surround your burning heart and swing into the clouds that fill it, just to feel your warmth before i feel the cold after i die.

-Divya

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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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I felt the ocean

I thought I was chaotic until I heard the howls of the ocean and felt the coldness of the sand through my feet.

I stood on a beach and felt the sand for the first time. It felt unreal!

The water took away all my worries and brought back some new memories that I thought I would never make. It took away the pain ten feet away and brought me smiles from its eternity. I felt the softness of its waves up to my knees and I saw I didn't run away from its wildness. It took a whole of the sun to glitter one-fourth of its surface and the rest was underneath the cosy clouds. Still, it didn't rain over me, I could still feel the warmth I was missing out on, even though I was standing far away from it. The boats floating distantly seemed to collect all of the terror and negatives to drown deep down in a cyclone that left my body and entered the vast ocean.

I could feel it wasn't pulling me inside and pushing me away on the shore instead. It took a whole of 70% of my body weight to stabilize with its turbulence. I realized how much of a negative I was holding in until I released it finally.

I felt alive, I felt strong, I felt calm and, I felt happy.

I stood in the ocean for the first time.

It was me and August 17 of the year 2023, just to remind the future me that a happy soul was writing this...

-Divya

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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