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PEOPLE...

Little do you know about the people who stay put when they see a kid falling down and the guardian angels running to pick him up before they hear him cry. These people can see the care their palms possess and the delicacy the soft skin of the kid holds while still wandering in some other world. Like, wow! They are satisfied with how great the fall was, how satisfyingly the kid is crying and how they would have contributed too. I'm one of those people. I know it's funny until I end up in hell.

Anyway, how aware were you of what an injury was when you first fell down?

The second you start having this thought your mind decides to switch places and takes you somewhere else and you have another thought within the previous thought about how the mortals are careless in one instance and how helpless they become once their end is near. They can't do anything about the time they didn't care for themselves, their kids and what was still unachieved. Then comes a gust of wind from their little fantasy land that slaps them over their faces and reminds them of how miserable they have been before they start doing something about it.

And then there are these people who are careful with everything but still are careless with everything. The pretentious mind that we have, makes us believe what can not be done by us, and is something as useless as the last page of a notebook disguised as the rough page. Nobody sees it at an angle of how calculative we are with the problems, words and sentences that are first framed on the last page and well written on the first page. So indirectly it's the foundation of the whole story. This thriller, action packed story that you make up in your head, which is a sheer nonsense, but you'd still think of it as a problem and mess with your head just to find the solution you already know. Afterall, humans are complicated and so are their minds. Just like I switched between paragraphs because I was writing something and ended up writing something else. Strange, isn't it?

My Introduction?

Hi, I'm Dr. Strange.

-Divya

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The smell of summer

After sprawling all over the bed all night when you wake up by dawn and the creases in your bedsheet makes you tired. So you get up, roam in the garden to finally sit together with ‘the morning’ to allow the sunlight to bathe you with its warmth while the chirping birds can sing you something and cheer you up. The softness in the morning air covers all your skin and you feel all in the fairytale. It's when you breathe in and your body starts to float, your feet high up in the sky and the cool, the clouds share with you to make you feel even more calmer. The faint fragrance of jasmine that swifts through your nose, that refreshes your senses and embraces you in an invisible blanket until it stings your olfactory receptors and you don't want to smell it anymore. It's the voices you can hear when your neighbours are fighting and somebody's wife is upset with him for not helping the children to get ready for school. And the book you bought along to read but couldn't move on from the first paragraph, so you close it and sit there with your arms folded in an easy pose. Suddenly your mom calls you out for breakfast and asks you what you've been doing for the past 2 hours and you say- “I just woke up”. That's when you know you've been smelling summer.

-Divya

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I let you out of my brain, because of you it was fogged longer than needed.

I did the digging in my heart and you are no longer buried there.

I set you free from the love I was hoping could exist a little longer.

And for the little girl in me that grew up, you have become non existent.

-Divya

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Why do you keep telling me how beautiful I am, when it's just you who's got beautiful eyes that can see everything the way they are?

-Divya

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YOU are the sunlight that turns my tears into diamonds and light up my gray skies.

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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It would have been the most classier comebacks of the wings that lost their way back home. Imagine how happy the trees will be to swing and speed up your pace. How beautifully the rose petals will show their pearls off after the first rain and how bloomingly they will shed themselves to cheer you up. How swiftly will the cool air touch your skin and kiss you a welcome. How happy the universe will be to align your stars back to new positions. How alive you'll be once you hug yourself and sing yourself a homecoming song for minutes. How happy you'll feel to be back in your skin? How healed you'll be? How relieved you'll be?

-Divya

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Hey there!

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