A cauldron of molten memories
and afternoons on rooftops-
A house of brick and concrete,
pulsating with the liquor of love.
Freedom of truance, a joy sequestered ;
On stairs that led to a loft, humid -
Middays were spent,
Between pages of summer issues
and stolen pickles from sunned jars of glass.
Nights slumbered to yarns of fantasy,
too obscure now to be true -
Winged kites in a cloud-strewn sky
a heart in raptures; you took with you.
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This poem contains emotions very dear to me. It's about the summer holidays I used to spend at my Grandpa and Grandma's house. They were blissful, those days...and a few years down the line, I was so caught up with everything that I stopped going there for my hols altogether. The memories are still fresh and fragrant with me, and so they will remain. But the fact remains, I can never have those days back.
"Desiderium" means, an ardent desire or longing especially : a feeling of loss or grief for something lost.
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