Even in this day and age, when I
Turned the pages of past, patch
Spend together becomes live and vivid,
As if it had come to pass yesterday.

Whenever you were near, salad
Days of mine gets bloom , my vexation
would come to an end with your one smile.
Your face, what can I say about it?

Your face, what can I say about it,
There was a queer flare in it. I was lost as soon as I clocked him. Know that you have forgotten the phase spent together, but you will place the coffee date, wouldn't you?

How crazy am I to ask such a silly question? How could you forget that spesh moment that happened on our first coffee date.... sorry in a cafe of red.
I remember, red suits your complexion and it plucks the strings of love.

My cheeks go pink when you hold my hand and ask me to read the letter tied with a ribbon of red.
My face turned pale while reading the letter.
My happiness turned into dejection within a second.
Still keeping a check on my emotions and cheering him while he was proposing to my best friend.

It's been 20 years now, but the unrequited love still holds my hand. I have kept all the memories alive in the paper of white awaiting for you to hold it back, but this time with the feeling of love.
© Priyanka AGRAWAL
#TheUnrequitedLove