Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?: A Poem

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.

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The Damned Poetry: A Snippet

The Damned Poetry 

They say, “Butterflies are proof that you can ride the carousel of darkness yet still walk out into something beautiful.” But I was reluctant to agree.

You live inside the phenomenon that Newton was never able to discover.

You remind me of the sea routes that Vasco da Gama wanted to discover before malaria choked him.

You are a reminiscence of the artworks set ablaze by Nazis because Hitler hated the maddening passion and aflame ambition of Vincent Van Gogh.

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Daughters of History: A Poem

Daughters of History

They said,

History is overcrowded with women who were harmonies,

Cadencing with the delicacy of vulnerable melodies.

Your ancestors were crystal chandeliers and exquisite geodes,

Fragility dribbling from edges and nodes.

 

She camouflaged under the spiral of books,

Caging the brutality and inequality in the lines of a notebook.

She told, girls possess the cells of storm and bravery,

Undefined valour, immeasurable kindness was their geometry.

(Anne Frank)

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