March 25, 2019What do you think of, whenever you are idle?
I think of my good old times!
The Fragrances of Langsyne
Whenever I sit unengaged in my room,
The fragrances of langsyne bloom.I swiftly move in their direction,
Only to find myself in adhesion.Yeah, I'm proceeding toward my closet where lies my treasure;
Not forgetting to mention that it gives me a deep sense of pleasure.I get my hands onto that drawer
Which contains a potpourri of flowers;The fragrances of langsyne bloom
Whenever I sit unengaged in my room.As I delicately move my fingers through the flowers, I sense a myriad of emotions crossing my features
A soft smile escapes my lips as I pick up a collection of incredible pictures;
And that's enough to remind me that I was such a wonderful creature!
In my head, I revisit my childhood
Laughing hysterically until I reach my adulthood;Oh how I wish this moment to cease!
But quickly revert realizing that I've to join the busy bees!The fragrances of langsyne bloom
Whenever I sit unengaged in my room.
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Langsyne: Good old times
Here you go! My first attempt at writing poetry!
What do you think about it? Is it understandable or nonsensical?
Well, I've penned down this in remembrance of my good old times or langsyne and I've related it to flowers! Abstract much? So whenever I sit idle I sense the fragrances of my past times and am attracted much! One part of my closet is dedicated to storing things close to my heart. A variety of emotions greet me when I see them. I've a huge collection of things right from my childhood -photographs, my drawings and paintings, my stupid artwork, my funny toys, my victories and failures and not forgetting to mention my stupid stories!
But where do we have enough time to feel this? This life always keeps us busy!
Hope this makes sense! Please tell me what do you feel about my writing. I'm always open to constructive criticism. And and and... tell me how many of you remember your past just like I do??? ;)
Thank you!
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My Scribbled Thoughts [Poetry]
PoetryIn this book, I scribble down my thoughts, framing them into a poetry, with a touch of rhyming words, sometimes!