Passion When Recalls

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