Standing against the setting sun, on the sea shore
I walk down my memory lane, to another such day
When the sun cast its vermilion charm
And I stood looking at the vesper thinking of you
Of your veracious look
Of your unquestionable aplomb
Of…
Ah! what a day it was
My silhouetted figure praying to the sea
To make you a votary of myself.
The zephyr made me zany
There was a wish, a wish from the abyssal depths of my heart
The last wish I had for you and myself together
To reach the acme of love
You were the mirror of my love
I searched myself in you
Perhaps, all that was a mirage
But no more
No more you are mine.

Why doesn’t the vesper fall down on me
And burn me to a handful of ash
The yearn has lost its vigour
The zephyr now seems to pierce through my body
The sun seems to bleed in the fiery western sky
I maraud down those streets of loving memories
Now you are a shadow of my past
Still alive in my present.