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Dhivyadharshini Gajendran

Atheist, Skeptic, Rationalist, In short, a Homo Sapien!

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Dhivyadharshini Gajendran

I keep etching you between the printed inks,
Prod and get colours all over my hands;
I sleep on the pages, get marks on my cheeks,
Inhale the evaporating scent of dyes.
Still sweat down love through the fingers,
Spread the stains and tint, get them on lips,
And kiss them into the paper strips,
Love them just like how I did with your scars,
Ignite candles and lamps, grow light rays,
Touch and transfer to my own tissues,
See you leave as I scratch new ones on my skin.
©dhivyadharshinigajendran Painted poetry

Painted poetry #poem

Dhivyadharshini Gajendran

You were that one song stuck in heart which the fingers wouldn't stop playing though they bleed between the strings.

Dhivyadharshini Gajendran

If I were the moon, I would always stay;
So when you look at the sky and pray,
I'll be there to see you smile and say,
That you are still thinking of me today.

I will send the stars to blaze your room bright,
Weave the clouds as roof for your night;
The constellations and comets as bedight,
And I will be there, to shed moonlight.

Wish upon it, I'll send you shooting stars.
I'll collect the twilight to light up your scars.
Play "a thousand years" in strings of guitars.
I'll make the earth or even mars to be ours. #moon #sky #stars #shootingstars #midnightmusings

#Moon #Sky #Stars #shootingstars #MidnightMusings

Dhivyadharshini Gajendran

You , the moon, Me, every writer on earth.
And I could never stop writing about you.

Dhivyadharshini Gajendran

I have forgotten how it all felt like,
The way how love ran deep in the veins,
And how the pulse couldn't be contained calm or how your touch saved the cold-blooded heart. It's been a long time since I felt loved at all.
©dhivyadharshinigajendran

#story

Dhivyadharshini Gajendran

I would inject every vein of yours with love so that every drop you bleed would be me and every pint left in you still would be me and every new drip replenished would still contain me. #love

#Love

Dhivyadharshini Gajendran

It was 5:00 in the evening. The hustles and rackets have almost faded. A muffled noise of people talking outside the ward could still be heard. IV pump alarms, squeaks of stretcher wheels on the floor tiles, somewhere the sirens scream.
5:19. The pulse oximeter glows and I avoid touching that, to not displace the clip. But still, I wish I could hold his hands tighter, but without the continuous morphine infusion needles or catheters, or worse, the bluish tinge of nail beds and the finger tips.
By 6:36, his breaths become slower with more long spaced breaths. Death rattles. I withdraw my hand from his' as the chill from his fingers spread all over me. I take out my mobile and play song of the seas with reduced volume to distract myself from the monitor beeping that puts me in fear. The song plays, 'Hush now, mo stóirín, Close your eyes and sleep"
7:49. I feel a slight movement of his fingers. I move closer. I place my hands over his head, still cold. As I place my hand over his chest, it's warmer. The blood gushing to vitals.
8:12. The monitor beeps with long intervals. I open my handbag, find the lighter that I once gifted him. Zippo classic black! Costing his breath with every cigarette that it lit.
8:58. The monitor beeps go irregular. The deserted room gets more dark. Only the deafening beeps. A green line that is seen on the screen grows flat. A long beep fading. Pitch dark! I don't see anything. I grab the lighter, trying to flick. Doesn't work. No flame. Again and again.
6:40. I wake up. The lighter flicks. He stands near the window. Trying to light the cigarette. I quickly rise up and go near him. I snatch his lighter and hug him tight. I stretch my hand out of the window, drop the lighter down the building. "You had nightmares again?", he laughs. "I would get you another gift."
I withdraw a bit and look into his eyes. "Where do you get Nicotine gums?"... Zero hour

Zero hour #story

Dhivyadharshini Gajendran

And this person got me a scented gel candle once so that I could see how it actually spread it's fragrance across the room.
Still, I light one, and all I hear through the fragrance is that person's voice.
The mind works magic sometimes! #candles #friends #memories #scentedcandles

#Candles #friends #Memories #scentedcandles

Dhivyadharshini Gajendran

And I kept my pen closer to heart...
Leaning over the soul of mine.
Forgetting that it was burning inside...
Warmth turning into the inferno of hell.
And there boils the ink!
Spilling with silence and leaking to drought.
Flowing between the fabric threads.
Smudged all over the fibres of silk...
They mean nothing, you would say!
The burning soul had no choice!
Neither to claim the ink nor to hold the nib!!!

Dhivyadharshini Gajendran

And I have been trying to dissolve it all in ink...
But you are being reflected in every shade of it... Ink
#ink #dissolve #shade #love

Ink #ink #dissolve #shade #Love

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