As we descend slowly by the time
moments flicker away like flints from fire
many a untold stories yet heave away
eyes look back meandering by reminiscence
lofty ideals by desire of halcyon days
slowly scale off from the skin of dream
unknowingly extruded by winds of tear
making almost alienated from world of dream
do we make mistakes somewhere in-between
while trudging path of unrequited love
like one-way traffic in a hurried city
passion seems to recall by memorabilia,
like luscious glow left behind yet unshared
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