Nostalgiya

Those nostalgic sweet moments

once again frozen into the abyss of memories

Those naughty eyes which once

used to throb my heart

now remains only as an album snap

I searched in vain for those

nostalgic sweet words

which once poured as a

fresh rain into my parching soul

For i know not those are the history

which will never repeat again

There are the fresh meadows

for you to stray ...

Then why return to those

old fire struck hills

why return to those meadows which ceased

into ashes to fertile the soil.............