Down the Memory Lane

Strolling down the memory lane,

I met her on the lonely road once again,

It was the dream I never dreamt.



I stood on the path, and she just walked like that,

I couldn't speak, as if it wasn't a dream,

Though distance was less, but our souls were far.



Now on those roads existed the smoke,

just reminiscence of fire,

Love was farce and loneliness was truth,

And all I own is a deep remorse.


Ashish Saket