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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 asked

Is it the same girl you dreamt of?

I nodded.

Thus, the story began with a formal smile

like all the love stories beings.

A few glances, a few shy 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

© JAYANT OM