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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come, sweetheart, my pretty stroke of art, i'll take you somewhere deep into my hidden lair that's home to wild stars 'n' all them drifting cars that paint wheel tracks all over the grey roads, piercin' through hoards like the queens of the night until they're out of sight and you're left whistling into the thin trace of air, so won't you visit my lair?
give me a little chance? i plan to sketch this trance all over the canvas of night to fill your eyes with light that'll kiss your soft soul before repairin' you whole over the bridges of this city for you need warm felicity so baby, just hold my hand by this dark umbrella stand and close your deepest eyes that wish to explore the skies for i'm takin' you somewhere beyond this sweet floatin' air so won't you visit my lair?
it's not that we need a screen or some kind of time machine to step inside my little globe so wrap up your night robe and just follow my crisp trail and, if by chance, you fail, don't be afraid for i'll be there to gift you a choco bar of care, to weave in your hair, all stars, 'n' embrace you with all scars 'cause when the chapter ends 'n' we come across rough bends, we don't close the book in vain to leave it, never read it again instead we pick up our old pen to write our stories until when? well, till the time we are here together in this world so unfair so won't you visit my lair?
honey, we make our destinies so lets wear our woolen beanies and go on a run against the sun to step into a brilliant night, hun that envelopes the neon lights ensorceling our drugged sights that crave them blaring beats 'cause we can't stay on our seats for long, we're the mad gypsies who constantly feel crazily typsy and even if we survive on loan darlin', please keep holdin' on 'cause i know we're gonna be fine after all, i know, they're all stupid all the eight soldiers out of nine for wars are a very messy game where no one 'n' all hold blame so lets keep out of it, shall we? 'cause we really wanna be free so please say yes? step up a stair it's been waitin' for you, my lair
Author's Note
Listening to 'Just Hold On' by Louis Tomlinson. I tell these songs because my poems contain snippets from them. :)
This is a very strange poem. I mean..I do have something in my mind but I just can't explain it. I'll leave it to your interpretation. Kindly enlighten me. What do you make of this poem? Give me a good explanation like I give you in every author's note except, ofcourse, this one. :P
Also, my exams are around the corner. 5th-21st July. So, I might not update but who knows? I've been planning to 'not update' since two days and again, I'm here. Hehe. :D❤
Eagerly waitin' for your interpretations. Enjoy! :)
