Today the cinders caught fire again,
Down the memory lane.
I was back in the days when
Your tinkling anklets,
Caught my attention
Your lowered gaze,
And hint of pink on the cheeks,
Your unfurled hairs,
Held me captive.
Once and all my heart said
Is it the same girl you dreamt of?
I nodded.
Thus the story began with a formal smile
as all the love stories beings.
A few glances, a few smiles,
Strolling on the streets.
You and your spell,
Never allowed me
To get out of it.

How could I think then, you were the wind which never stays, at one point too long.
Like the blowing wind,
You went away, never to come back.
As if you never been in my life.
My love, my feelings all remained unsaid.
O my unrequited love, see
How much special still you are
Just your thoughts are enough to kindle the fire within
The fire has not subdued yet
Never it will be
As it is all about you