But tell me, Why do you Love?: Poetry

But tell me, Why do you Love?

4.5 billion years from now, the Milky Way and Andromeda will intertwine in the Newtonian snow globe of fates,
The ‘survival of the fittest’ humanity shrinks into indivisibility, smolders into supernovas in outer space.
This four-letter word will exist, an irrational number in binary codes of continuity,
Because you and I are matter, uninterrupted and indestructible beyond infinity.

 

Because rose gold and turquoise are making awkward acquaintances in the sky, small talking, while the sun undresses their silent screams of the night,
Because it is an ability to render so much kindness that even your shadow transforms into a blazing white light.
Because there are whisperings of the universe in the small tugs at our hearts, in shapes of clouds,
Because Giordano Bruno caged himself forever to built a home for humanity in the cosmic shrouds.

 

Because humans created art when anatomy chemicals metamorphosed into anatomy chaos,
Because angels wanted to leave a pile of roses on every grave, not for the dead but for the living who were so fragile in their loss.
Because all humans have two minutes to live and when you flirt with death and succumb into the darkest room of your mind, you reset the clock and breathe,
Because the youngest of children have mouths larger than their faces and hearts bigger than their bodies underneath.

 

Because when she came out of the suffocating closet, her friends painted rainbows in her heart like war paints with self-worth and pride,
Because the sad generation with happy pictures recollected the messed up paints of two millenniums with dried brushes of kindness and cried.
Because Achilles’ broken heart for Patroclus, Alexander’s fury for Hephaestion’s death reminds me that it is stronger than hate,
Because women are tribal drums of revolution and the language of sisterhood crushes the myths of fate.

 

Because I see it in reflections of souls, in the mirror, in my witch and spirit colors,
Because I see it in the Mayflower where baby sparrows are making anklets from the orange petals for their mothers.
Because we exchanged notes in morse code when distance kept us apart,
Because there is hope in a stubborn human heart.

 

Because somewhere someone is treating their own wounds, lying on the softest of grass,
Because it makes us alive, a spark of electricity in our carcass.
Because there is comfort in the warmth of blankets and your favorite overworn pajamas with cartoon characters in baby blue,
Because somebody talks and prays to God about you.

 

When our hearts are stuck in the for-else loop of an hourglass,
I will fill them with purple hyacinths, red carnations, and astilbe for you to decode the language of flowers.

 

When feelings become a forgotten language and the compass of the translator is lost amidst the ocean,
Don’t worry, so what if we get lost in translation?
I am not a voyager, unfortunately, just a trivial writer,
But our hearts are fond of the map of the stars carved with subtitles.
Because Eejit, I lo-

 
~ -ve you/”But, tell me, why do you love?”//

~Enigma

 Copyright © 2016-2020 Enigma. All rights reserved.

 

PS: Trivia- The prompt I used for this piece was to write a poem about love without using the word love.

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  1. “Because angels wanted to leave a pile of roses on every grave, not for the dead but for the living who were so fragile in their loss.”
    “flirt with death and succumb into the darkest room of your mind”
    “Because the sad generation with happy pictures recollected the messed up paints of two millenniums with dried brushes of kindness and cried.”
    “the language of sisterhood crushes the myths of fate.”
    “Because there is hope in a stubborn human heart.”

    Angels put roses on the graves, not for the dead but for the living fragile in their loss? Oh god, I think my heart skipped a beat when I read that line.
    A sad generation collecting the messed up paints of two millenniums with kindness and cries? Oh, the tragic truth in such peaceful poetic words.

    ಥ﹏ಥ
    I want to cry at this piece.
    Like, I literally want to print this, stare at it, read it over and over again, and cry till my salty tears mix with the ink and smudge this gift of yours.

    No amount of my happy tears or words from my minimal vocabulary could even come close to expressing my love for this absolutely beyond gorgeous piece that you’ve put up.

    I say it all the time, that I literally absolutely love your work, and with every new piece you write, my love and respect just deepens.

    It is beyond my comprehention how you could write such a bewitching poem about love without using the world itself, but ofcourse, E, it is you who can indeed pull it off.

    Someday, I might start a whole new fanbase just for your writings E, and I’m not even kidding! =)

    The hope in my stubborn human heart has increased tenfold after reading this heavenly work of yours!
    I more than love it!
    -M, 😊💜
     

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    1. Thank you so much, Megha! I am so delighted that you felt connected to this piece. I am so thankful for your kind comments. As a writer, the rawest form of apperciation is seeing a reader enjoy your pieces and if I succeeded in that, I am grateful.

      Well, first I gotta file a petition to start a fanbase for you and Riddhima cause I absolutely adore your words and thoughts.

      Thank you so much!

      Enigma 🙂 💜

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  2. Gosh ENIGMA!!!!!

    God created you as he created everybody else but I guess the amount of stardust and splendour he sprinkled into you was probably a hundred, Naahhh, a million times more than an average human being!😊

    “Because rose gold and turquoise are making awkward acquaintances in the sky, small talking, while the sun undresses their silent screams of the night” Are you serious, dear?

    “Because humans created art when anatomy chemicals metamorphosed into anatomy chaos,
    Because angels wanted to leave a pile of roses on every grave, not for the dead but for the living who were so fragile in their loss.
    Because all humans have two minutes to live and when you flirt with death and succumb into the darkest room of your mind, you reset the clock and breathe,” This is probably something nobody but you could have written!😊

    Aah! And these extremely enchanting lines~ “Because when she came out of the suffocating closet, her friends painted rainbows in her heart like war paints with self-worth and pride,
    Because the sad generation with happy pictures recollected the messed up paints of two millenniums with dried brushes of kindness and cried.” Gorgeous!🌸

    “Because we exchanged notes in morse code when distance kept us apart,
    Because there is hope in a stubborn human heart.” Notes in morse code!!! You just blew my socks off!!😄❤

    “Because there is comfort in the warmth of blankets and your favorite overworn pajamas with cartoon characters in baby blue,
    Because somebody talks and prays to God about you.” Oh, how absolutely beautiful is that!

    I’m touched. I’m in love with your words. And every inch of my heart is mesmerised at the absolute masterpiece you’ve created! 😍❤

    I loved this so so so very much!!!!😍❤

    Love and PANDA HUGS!🤗❤
    ~Riddhima🌸

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    1. Thank you so much, R for all the love and support that you have given me and my little blogging space.

      It delights me that you enjoyed this. This piece is really close to my heart and I am glad you liked the aesthetic themes of this poetry.

      Thank you!

      Truckloads of Love and Warm Panda Hugs,
      Enigma 🙂 ❤

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  3. This poem is well crafted. Personally, It speaks to me on reconnection. On why loving is not futile. And even if it is perceived as such, there is absolution in rebelling against the notion. Loving because you can and not because you expect anything in return.

    Genius, Enigma. Genius. ❤

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    1. It is always a pleasure to receive your analysis and reflections on my piece. This is a very special piece to me and as always a great retrospective from your side. Thank you so much for reading my works!

      Stay healthy and happy!
      Enigma 🙂

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