The Big Apple Story

And I am lost in the INCEPTION of self-doubt Trying to figure out what for is my heart bleeding? Dreams after dreams have begun to fade out Leaving behind those familiar unknown feelings...
	I have accepted that the buds of my love have got to wilt Now their colours will no longer blossom The dream castles, in my mind, I had struggled to built The waves will trample them in a second and take them to bosom...
Yesterday the paths were lit up like TIMES SQUARE Spring-clad CENTRAL PARK was there to shower its care I used to be so excited as if on the EMPIRE STATE’s top After Shopping with you on the FIFTH AVE non-stop My heart used to flutter like the flags at the UN HEADQUARTERS You don’t know what I could have given up just to enjoy with you a Brooklyn Bridge’s saunter...
	Today I feel claustrophobic when I think of the WALLed STREET days I wish I had chosen some other BROADer WAYs! Coz that’s where you YANK(E)Ed my heart without any BASE And yet so peacefully managed a HOME (to) RUN away On retrospection, I think whether having met you was a boon or a bane Coz now a mere sight of a BIG APPLE in my fruit basket is enough to reignite my pain...