Sunday,
That day how could I forget
The moment when our eyes met
Across the table in that cafe
Drinking a ice coffee in that summer day
Both were with someone else
Still that constant contact, our eyes couldn’t reject
Monday,
The first visit in that mall, when we finally met
Many desire and feelings to tell but bad choice of alphabet
Both in panic mood, or just afraid to deliver ourselves
Small talks and small smiles, making awkwardly overwhelmed
That gentle hug made the day in the end
And the silent promises of being together, little more to spend
Tuesday,
Our first official date on that hill after long drive
That exciting feelings of being together and being alive
Red rose on the table with a candle light on side
The romantic feeling between, we barely could hide
And the moment when we let our feeling out with our first kiss
With which we shared love and the moment of bliss
Wednesday,
Our disagreement and our first fight
And the regret we both felt throughout the night
And the promises not to fight ever again
The moment all the promises were all swept by that stormy rain
And the long pause silence between us
Complains and more complains; destroying our last rusted trust
Thursday,
The moment we moved our separate ways
Thinking those were our bad choice and bad days
Anger and furious moment, seeing each other that arose in vein
All those promises of being together for life rotten in vain
Crushing on each moment, and blocking each other from life
And praying even not to meet with each-other in after life
Friday,
The moment of mourning, and regret of being separate
Thinking of being together for one last time but all were too very late
Thinking of happy days, when we were happy together
And the desire of that warm hug in coming cold weather
The lyrics that touches the soul
And the moment of love, that dances before eyes like film roll
Saturday,
Promising yourself not to fall in love with anyone, anymore
Closing all doors possible and shutting the cupid eyes for anyone to adore
Being self centered as much as possible, with no care for others
And trying to reinvent own-self and rediscover
But somewhere in line, you feel somewhat the same
With some what exclamatory aim
And,
again comes the Sunday….
