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Diya Rajith Poem
The rainbow comes after the storm they say
But my storms are ever lasting
And my rainbows short-lived.
I don't want to know how much I mean to the world,
When the world means nothing to me.
This constant stagnation of life is tiring
And I have waited long enough
To finally give in to the depths
Of the shadows that call me in.
To surrender to the temptation
Of being set free from this chaos that torments me
Is all I yearn for.
Copyright © Diya Rajith | Year Posted 2023
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Diya Rajith Poem
You were the oxygen to the fire in me.
As I consumed you, the fire in me grew
Until I burnt myself inside out,
Until everything that was left of me
Was ash and dust.
Copyright © Diya Rajith | Year Posted 2023
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Diya Rajith Poem
They say people come and go
But I hope you stay
Through all the winters and summers yet to come
Until every strand of my hair has turned grey,
Until I lose the last of my memory.
Will you stay?
To watch the sun rise and set,
To stay up till midnight for every New Year's eve.
Will you stay with me till all the tides
of the sea subsides?
To celebrate each year of our diminishing youth
But our love that still remains and grows
Like the roots of an ancient tree
With the unvarying likeness of Cyclamen flowers.
Will you stay with me until everything disappears?
Copyright © Diya Rajith | Year Posted 2023
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Diya Rajith Poem
I unplug myself from reality;
Dissociate myself from everything.
Put my body on aeroplane mode
To go back to the daydreams and delusions
Just so I could feel something.
But when I return I always find everything shattered
And so I try to pick everything up
And get back on track
Only to find I've lost everything in me.
The bits and pieces I've tried to connect
Were long gone before I knew.
Hallucinations, dreams and reality
Look all the same to me.
No longer able to tell them apart
I lose, once again, every sense of reality
Just to be an empty vessel numbed with nothingness.
Copyright © Diya Rajith | Year Posted 2023
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Diya Rajith Poem
I did great today.
I saw pride in the faces of people I loved.
I saw them open their arms
For a hug, for a pat on my back.
Cheers, smiles and praises greeted me
As I walked past them all.
I saw faces I loved
But I was searching for yours.
In the midst of the crowd,
My eyes scanned for you
Hoping in the slightest you'd be there,
Hoping that perhaps you would've forgotten it all
To see me win.
I wish you saw,
I wish you saw how much I achieved,
And how great I did today.
Copyright © Diya Rajith | Year Posted 2024
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Diya Rajith Poem
Sometimes when I go about my day
The wind sweeps up your scent
And presents it to me
Making me stop as I recover from the melancholy
Of having never fully let go.
Copyright © Diya Rajith | Year Posted 2023
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Diya Rajith Poem
Years of lifetime thrown away,
I am encaged of bars I created myself.
The host and the hostage;
The prisoner and the prison.
They are all the same,
They are all me.
I have been here long enough
To have befriended the shadows,
Shadows that are almost indistinct
From the cold dark floor that I lie on.
My cries fade out through the bars
And the shadows swallow me, whole.
Copyright © Diya Rajith | Year Posted 2023
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Diya Rajith Poem
I know that one day
When the wind blows on my face
I'll smile to myself;
Look up at the sky
And find beauty in the simplest of things.
The rays of sunlight would once again lift me up
And the flowers would make me reminisce the most beautiful of memories.
The sound of the sea waves,
The chirping of the birds
And the rustling of leaves
Would make me forget all the worries in the world
And i will cherish life once again
But that is not today.
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The canvas I had painted bright and vivid once upon a time,
Fade and wore out by the wind and the rain.
And thus I started hating the canvas I could not protect.
The canvas that had once stood out from everything
Started blending into something lacklustre,
Receiving barely any glances.
My canvas that had once stood out amongst the crowd.
Rage and frustration consumed me;
I tore the canvas apart,
Only for it to be tossed away by everyone.
Being as desperate as i was, i taped the pieces up and painted over it.
Tears and uncertainty made me unaware of the hideous painting that i created.
I found my canvas being tossed apart once again.
And so i hid it, in places nobody could ever see, in places nobody would ever expect.
Yet, nothing changed.
The one with the mediocre canvas became the one with no canvas at all.
The urge to start anew, made me paint the canvas again and again and again.
Yet, yet and yet again, it was perceived to be the lacklustre canvas that it once was.
I wondered how much I'd have to paint the canvas over for someone to see it for what it really is and not for what it used to be.
I wonder if I can ever tear this image to paint a new one.
No matter how many times I paint over, it feels no different.
The inability to start with a new canvas,
to paint something I really want,
I wonder if i could ever do that.
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Diya Rajith Poem
Under the pouring rain,
I no longer have thoughts of you
Or of your lingering presence
And your condemning silence.
To live another day without you
Feels easier as I stand drenched.
Under the pouring rain,
I could look back at history
And not feel the wrenching pain in my chest
Or the knot in my throat.
I could think of you with tenderness
And not of the hurtful things you've done.
Under the pouring rain,
I am no longer homesick for your arms
Or for my name to be called out again.
I could feel relieved to have freed from memories of you,
To have forgotten your voice
And your smile that once meant the world.
Copyright © Diya Rajith | Year Posted 2024
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