Highest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016]
~Nostalgia~
It's delicate, but potent.
The pain from an old wound.
A twinge in your heart..
Far more powerful than memory alone
A feeling of a place
Where we...
Ache
To
Go
Again.
-My thoughts. My word...
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I used to paint so blurry maps On days so lazy, dull and blue Before your soft dreamy eyes In a lovely voice to please you
How I'd be gone far on a trip To see great towers and walls Wandering around this globe Laughing at the Niagara Falls
And weaving dreams in Paris Drowning in colours and art Roaming streets in New York Slowly letting go of my heart
But I never understood why You always managed to smile With a light tinge of sadness As if you were so about to cry
Oh and then one of those days I was gifted with a good news They told me about the donor Whose eyes I could finally use
I remember leavin' everythin' 'N' fastly running back to you To share my great happiness Comin' my way in days so few
How I'd be leaving my stick And travelling around so free Finally I'd see all my dreams And be where I wanted to be
Your voice floated soft 'n' low When you congratulated me Blessing me with a new way Saying you were very happy
After two weeks, it was done I could see the clouds in skies But all I so wanted was to see The colour of your hazy eyes
So I thanked my nice doctor But he told me, I got so lucky Donor was for someone else It wasn't really meant for me
And someone had been kind To leave this chance of sight For a so dreamy lass like me So that I could see every light
Then I asked him who it was And he said it was a poor boy Who claimed a relation to me And that he was sweet 'n' coy
Quickly, I inquired his name I was in a hurry to meet you But that name left me shook It was yours! How could you?
In order to colour my dreams You gave up a golden chance! Oh my love! What did you do! Why oh why? I was in trance!
And I ran back to your place It was playing, an old record You were softly singing along I felt strangled in panic cord..
You felt my steps on the floor Nearly stumbling over to me You reached to touch my face Asking me why I had lost glee
I could finally see every shade Crossing your soft brown eyes It had been my greatest cravin' So why was I filled with cries?
I could see your glowin' smile But I felt gettin' lost in a mess It hurt me, you kept insisting You're friends with darkness?
But I longed for light no more Darkness could be this kind? In order to fulfill my dreams You chose to remain blind....?
Suddenly I wanted none of it No Paris, New York, the Falls For I was a soul who got light But longed for the dark walls!
Because nothing appealed me It wasn't as pretty as I thought Things felt so lonely in colours I regretted what I had bought..
World was such a harsh place People always brought stress! Oh I wish you could so know.. I missed my days of darkness
When I painted blurry maps On days so lazy, dull and blue Living in each other's voices When it was just me and you...
Author's Note
I feel so broken right now. This is such a sad tale. I don't know what to say.... :'((( I'm almost sobbing. :'( Today is World's Disability Day. December 3rd. So I wrote this poem. :'(
They were blind. She had dreams. He smiled. He got a donor. He gave up his chance for her. She could see. She came to know. Her world shattered. Darkness could be so kind?? Better than all this light? Where people are fake and beauty is temporary? Weren't his lost eyes the most beautiful than this all? :'( They were....
