Begging to see those innocent cheeks for a while...
putting one hand over it and the other holding a wine...
hoping to revive the old memories...
And gazing right in eyes to eyes...

Waiting for who will blink first...
While already knowing I am the worst...
Door is not latched yet...
And we both are all drenched wet...

Ambience is escalating the emotions...
that would otherwise be a sad relation...
Nothing is over yet...
Hope is all that is left...

Something is there to cheer up for...
don’t know the reason for the brawl...
Now reviving the old memories...
And gazing right in eyes to eyes...

Heading towards cutting the ends of the knot...
All the strings become loose in every blog...
It is the time now to stand and move on...
Reviving the old memories, gazing myself in the mirror and the it’s all gone...