Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?: Poetry

Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?

Tonight, the sky is the graffiti of stars, the salsa dancers seducing the manifolds of space,
Air, full of exclamation marks like conspiracy theories discussed in neon alleys over pawnshop cigarettes.
You see her, polaroids of wonders of the world in her eyes, casting long shadows on your wall visits you once in a while,
A fallen angel with a crooked halo and an ancient forest for a smile.

 

(Forests are a beautiful, fragile rope balancing life and death, a cemetery of wilderness yet the sanctuary of the wild.)
(But there is nothing more beautiful than a tree growing in a graveyard.)

 
Her gravity-heavy tongue, now singing lullabies for the stars in a forgotten language, powerful like the beginning of creation, childbirth of art,
Baby fireflies riding a Ferris wheel on her halo and you smile when the tendrils of longing half crawl into your heart.
She says, “Loneliness is cruel, language is a hit and run case of my identity, nobody prayed for me when I needed it the most.”
Aurora wings decayed, eternal backaches and an exile so homeless that homesickness has become a ghost.

 

(You think, language blindfolds itself before slaughtering the living with the poison of its words.)
(Your identity is a #wanderlust exploring the world for safety and security to tell people that your address is not a closet.)

 

You feel small, caught in a rat trap of gravity like the stars feel from the distance,
You ask, “Do you miss ichor in your veins, the piety, and the godly existence?”
She laughs, “Darling, you have created gods out of hollow corpses. They would do anything to wither their wings,
Unbind the recycling selfish prayers and purging promises you make in their name, and wash their blasphemy and sins.”

 
(Even gods are not satisfied in their skin. Gods are selfish and tired carrying the weight of mortality. Gods are sick of being gods.)
(The greatest pain of pain is you cannot feel anyone’s pain and that is the greatest kindness of pain.)

 
You grin, “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” The sky is a studded tapestry of dreaming stars,
“I hold out to the star systems to slow down my fall like a child on monkey bars.”
She does not sing soothing foreign songs for your longing. You ask, “Do you remember love when it was molten rock, seafoam?”
“Humans are still sediments and rainbow bubbles circling each other for tenderness and to find a person named home.”

 
(You think, Longing is such a tender word for something so ravenous, something so predatory.)
(You cannot sell dreams to someone who has ruled their nightmares.)

 

 

The sky is a junkyard of carcasses of stars, their shimmer surges, and strives,
She asks, “Aren’t we killers? We have all killed a part of ourselves to stay alive.”
The shadow walks away. It is a noiseless noise.

 

(And when your shadow walks away from you, you’re forced to think if you are even living?)
(But stars remain. Stars will remain with arms extended knowing your war has not ended.)

 

 

Darling, you will survive the fall.

 

~Enigma//”Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?”//

 

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  1. Enigmaaaaaaa!! You such-people-exist-only-in-books type of a being!!!!!!! What have you just done!!!
    Woah! Honestly speaking, this has never, like NEVER happened in my life! But you, you beautiful soul, have made me do it! I read this stunning/awesome/lovely/beautiful/dreamy/marvellous piece TWICE, ON LOOP, because I just couldn’t get enough of it in the first time!!

    E!! This is soooooooo amazinggggg!!!! Dayummm!!!!! This freaking stole my heart!❤
    Ahhh! I really don’t know how to express what I’m feeling right now! ( Mind you, this happens very rarely!)
    Goddd! I really am stunned and awed at the sheer aesthetic beauty of this!😍

    *Deep breathes and continues*

    Firstly, you have used your words in such an intricately gorgeous manner that I am tripping over the pure pulchritude of this poem!😍

    Secondly, the imagery you have created in this piece is jaw-droppingly amazing!❤

    Thirdly, the metaphorsssss!!! “rat trap of gravity” “created gods out of hollow corpses” “sky is a junkyard of carcasses of stars” Ah, the words you’ve embellished this artistry with!🌸

    And, the little notes after each stanza only make this piece more powerful and lace it with the shimmer of talent!😊

    Also, I can’t leave without mentioning my favs(I doubt I might end up quoting the whole of it!😛):

    “Tonight, the sky is the graffiti of stars, the salsa dancers seducing the manifolds of space” Are you serious, girl!

    “You see her, polaroids of wonders of the world in her eyes, casting long shadows on your wall visits you once in a while,
    A fallen angel with a crooked halo and an ancient forest for a smile.” Beautifulllll!!!😍

    “Baby fireflies riding a Ferris wheel on her halo and you smile when the tendrils of longing half crawl into your heart.” Heart-warming!

    “Aurora wings decayed, eternal backaches and an exile so homeless that homesickness has become a ghost.” This is lovely!!❤

    “You grin, “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” The sky is a studded tapestry of dreaming stars,
    “I hold out to the star systems to slow down my fall like a child on monkey bars.”
    She does not sing soothing foreign songs for your longing. You ask, “Do you remember love when it was molten rock, seafoam?”
    “Humans are still sediments and rainbow bubbles circling each other for tenderness and to find a person named home.”” Girl, I’ve run out of words to appreciate the sheer divinity of this!!🌸❤

    Your words, Enigma, have only made me love you even more! I not only adore your writings but also respect the talent within you that really drives away all the exhaustion out of me!😊 Your poetry is like a breath of fresh air! It fills me with joy and warmth!❤

    I loved this one! (Like the rest of your marvellous works!)❤

    Lots of love and panda hugs❤🐼
    ~Riddhima🌸

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    1. This comment is just, damnation R! I am rendered speechless right now! I really don’t know how to receive such beautfiul compliments, I really don’t know what to say right now.

      First of all, you flatter me too much, girl, I am not a person who exists in books that magical portal is for all of the amazing people in the world who love reading like you and M and all the people who love books.

      Secondly, damn, I am filled with so much gratitude that you enjoyed this little piece and took time out to read it not once, but twice. As a poet, it is a great honor to see your readers enjoy your work and I am extremely thankful for it.

      And girl, don’t you dare talk about the pultritude of my words when you use your words with so much dexterity and finesse but I am honestly so freaking delighted and on like cloud nine that you really loved this piece.

      I sincerely am grateful that you love my writing and admire it with such honesty and R, the feeling is mutual when it comes to loving your words and pieces and respect for your talent.

      I am glad this work of mine was a refreshing read and thank you so much for taking your time out to read this late night scribbles of mine and jotting this in depth analysis and a lovely comment.

      Stay safe!
      Stay happy and healthy!

      Love and Truckloads of Panda Hugs,
      Enigma 🙂 ❤

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      1. Well E, you must really get habitual to receiving compliments ’cause girl, the way you’re penning these pieces….. The world will be at your feet soon! You’re riding the rockets of spectacular talent!!

        Oh, don’t be so modest! You know you hold the magic in you!

        Lastly, the honour is all mine! To be able to read your works and to share a bond with beautiful people like you and M means so so much to me!❤

        You too stay safe and healthy and happy!😊
        Love love
        ~R🌸

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  2. Writing down an appreciation comment worthy of this marvelous piece was a task lemme tell you. So, strap in because this is a long comment =).

    Oh E!
    To say that you never, and I mean NEVER, cease to leave me speechless has become an understatement at this point.

    I have always, always ever since the start been a fan of your choice of words and the way you weave them together ( basically all of your dexterity in writing hehe ) but this piece is beyond anything I could’ve ever thought of being written.

    Enigma, you have no idea how absolutely out worldly of a writer you are.
    You have a very capturing talent of gripping every reader through your words, no matter what you’ve written about, no matter how you’ve written it.

    Your poetry is scintillating, so utterly beautiful.
    Believe me when I say I’ve never seen someone who’s so aesthetically witty and genius with her words.

    Coming to this arresting piece, I ofcourse was spellbound.
    I had to read this countless times, at a normal pace then slower, and had to jot down my thoughts on it ahead of writing this comment.

    Firstly, what a captivating beginning! (You always have one of the best first-lines in any poetry pieces I’ve read)
    “Tonight, the sky is the graffiti of stars, the salsa dancers seducing the manifolds of space”

    And ah these lines ;
    “A fallen angel with a crooked halo and an ancient forest for a smile.”
    This… I can picture an angel with a crooked halo and a mischievous glow in their eyes somehow.
    And that forest for a smile!?

    That forest brings me to those brilliant use of brackets.
    The way the alternating stanzas which aren’t in bold are in brackets is a first that I’ve seen. I love how they are an addition to the previous stanza, building and starting off of where the last one left.
    They’re like a soft explanation of the beguiling metaphors you’ve used.

    “But there is nothing more beautiful than a tree growing in a graveyard.”
    I specially love this line so so so sooo much. Life blossoming on a land of good-byes is indeed so beautiful.

    And this,
    “You think, language blindfolds itself before slaughtering the living with the poison of its words.”
    The idea of language blindfolding itself before hurting the ones that speak her with the poison in her words, its such a profound and significant idea. It also somehow makes me sad to think the language we use to express ourselves is often used to hurt ourselves too.

    “You feel small, caught in a rat trap of gravity like the stars feel from the distance,”
    Starts feeling small because they’re trapped in a rat-trap of gravity?
    Wow. That is such a unique and intriguing way to put it.

    “The greatest pain of pain is you cannot feel anyone’s pain and that is the greatest kindness of pain”
    Now this is such bittersweet and sad line. The sad part being that it is the raw truth and I love how’ve you’ve transformed it into such a poetic quote.

    “You think, Longing is such a tender word for something so ravenous, something so predatory.”
    Now that I’ve read this line, even I keep pondering about how “longing” really might be just a soft and gentle word for something so predatory.

    Which is what I love about your writing so much E.
    You have the ability to make the reader think. To think beyond what we’re accustomed to. You can bewitch with your words, you can mesmerize but you also choose to let your readers wonder, and oh god do I love it.

    If I go on quoting lines, I’ll end up quoting the whole piece like R mentioned. ( ͡◉ ͜ ʖ ͡◉)

    I am in awe of this piece like I always am, but most importantly, I’ve come to realize I love your writing more and more with each piece you gift your readers with.

    Keep writing E! ☺️
    And stay safe, sound, healthy and happy!

    Sending you purple hearts and love!
    ~M 💜

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    1. You know, when I started writing poetry I was just a 12-year-old girl who had listened to a story her English teacher told her and she knew she just somehow has to put this into something that is cherished forever and that is how I wrote my first piece of poetry in the English language.

      From that point in my life to this point, it has been a journey but what I will cherish the most about this journey is the feelings that made me jot down my pieces and the feedback and kind words that I receive from readers.

      Comments from you and R, always leave me with a sense of overwhelming emotions and I am sorry for ranting right now but with the bottom of my heart, thank you so freaking much for appreciating my pieces and giving a sincere analysis on them, for taking your time out to read my works and to enjoy them, that is the biggest blessing a writer can ever be bestowed with and it feels like your comment is that blessing.

      Rambling a bit about this piece, I must say this piece was just honestly a scribble to shut down all the negative thoughts that are starting to consume us in the days of quarantine. It was a 2 am writing that kept me awake and I am so jubilant that you loved this piece.

      And talking about great starting lines, M, look who is talking you are one of my favorite poets with great opening lines.

      I did try a new writing style just like you beautifully put it, a soft explanation of metaphors.

      Thank you so much for your lovely comments and taking your time out to read my work, I am truly filled with gratitude for your kind appreciation.

      Keep Writing M! Looking forward to hearing from you!
      Stay safe!
      Stay happy and healthing!

      Love and purple hearts as always,
      Enigma 🙂 💜💜💜

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  3. This is a profound poem which I feel explores ideas far beyond the Self. It feels like a conversation between two parts vying to become whole, vying to come to an understanding. I also see hints of existential philosophy glittering here and there. You dabbled in a medley of concepts I find refreshing, awaking the senses even.

    It’s like coming to terms with a new reality, coming to terms with new information that is otherwise overlooked.

    *

    “Humans are still sediments and rainbow bubbles circling each other for tenderness and to find a person named home.”

    There is a sharp truth in this. It kinda spoke to my bias towards individuality. I seek good company at the end of the day, despite being an island in an archipelago. Even when I least have faith in people, I still long for something, I guess.

    And that ending. It has one of the most confident re-assurances I’ve seen in a while. A fine way to end a fine piece 🙂

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    1. I really like the way you describe this piece as two fragments vying to become whole because that was the idea behind this piece. I did play with a multitude of concepts and tried a new writing style with as you said hints of existential philosophy.

      We humans are just the most paradoxical beings to ever exist, we wear the masquerade of isolation and individuality but still seek validation and attention from our fellow kind.

      The ending is kinda my favourite and I am delighted you liked it too!

      Thank you so much for taking time out to enjoy this piece and giving such a great feedback!

      Stay safe!
      Stay happy and healthy!

      Enigma 🙂

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