And I fell in love again.
For you, a broken heart to mend.
A place you've never been.
A phase I've never seen.

Told me you're here to stay.
Told me, you'll take the pain away.
Took my hand, said we'll brave this world.
Baby, you made me that one less lonely girl.

Tell me how I couldn't fall
Couldn't fall for the boy next door
Tell me what's not to love
When this boy came and changed my world.

Carefully you fixed me.
gently you held me.
Just you and me baby.
For you, I'd write a symphony.

Told me, I'm your one and only.
Told me, I'm your number one baby.
Took my hand, now you're in my world.
Baby, you made me that one less lonely girl.

From here on in,in this faceless crowd.
Like flashes of lightning,can't catch a sound.
In my touch-and-go profession,
in my a-picture-speaks-a-thousand-word.
They say the sky's the limit,
they say it's a big,big world.
I can comprehend its size.
But,I can't leave you behind.
I can't let go of what's in front of me.
Of blood,skin deep and my dreams.
Where I'm at,I'm bursting at the seams.
Another aeroplane, another time,another scene.
The figures increases.
Yet my heart's bearing the weakness.
Do I give up this live of pretense, luxury and security?
Do I give it all up for passion,the stage and a struggle of an artiste?

Black out, fade in,
spot light on the boy with his guitar.
Dim light, dim blue flush,
she sits in the corner,wishing on her imaginary star.
Same stage, same adrenaline,
same passion but time never intended for them to meet.
She plays on her role,
and he strums away at his gig.
Sound of guitar coming from his window,
no audience and no standing ovations.
On rented wings, she takes flight,
no rehearsals, no scripts,just tucked away passion.
In his camouflaged green,
he wakes up to his responsibility.
In her traditional prints,
she's all set for the working society.
The clock strikes twelve,
it's the end of two thousand ten.
He's at the eating place
and she comes by with her friends.
He's sitting at the corner
and she's at the other end.
Their eyes met for the very first time,
when they reach out to shake hands.
No lights, no stage,
no audience and that adrenaline.
Just the boy with his guitar, strumming
and in his room she sits, watching.
She talks about the plays, the roles
and in his room he strums, listening.
No lights, no stage,
no audience, just he and her,and their spoken adrenaline.
Twenty-six February,
two thousand eleven.
He and her,
like a match made in heaven.
You know what they said about heaven and earth?
A new chapter begins
for the guitarist and the wannabe actress.

I fly across the world,
with barely enough time to spare.
I leave behind my loved ones,
they'd think I wouldn't care.
I didn't mean to stray,
or hang up my telephone.
You'd probably tried to reach me,
to hear unfamiliar dial tones.
If time could be bought,
I'll spend them on each of you.
Tell you I'm sorry,haven't the time lately,
you mean so much and if only you knew.
It seems I'm hardly here lately,
missing out on things in between.
I might miss a birthday, an anniversary,
a death and everything else that has been.
I lay on luxurious bed across the world,
yet I'm lonely as can be.
No familiar laughter,no familiar faces,
just the empty room and me.
I'd pen down self conversations,
while the television plays in the back.
Only pray that this long distance
doesn't leave me with regrets.
So here I'll say, I'm sorry,
I'm not much of a juggler of time.
I might have lost you half way,
but you'll always stay in my heart and mind.

She talks of scars from yesterday,
those emergency exit wounds.
You'd think you're merely a stepping stone,
a boy to stay through this monsoon.
She lets you in on her stories,
those past that has made her who she is.
She holds you even dearly,
for you're like an answered bliss.
She wants to scream for the world to know,
she doesn't need to hide.
You're the boy who came accidentally with purpose
and she's loving you tonight.

You stayed up all night,
engulfed by that certain emptiness.
It makes no sound, it bears no memories
and you can't comprehend its non existent presence.
It swirls within and consumes you,
firing like silent bullets through every vein.
You don't show,
but you're screaming inside in agonizing pain.
You were never whole to begin with,
don't indulge in that foreign feign.
You utter lies of comfort,
you were not made to live in shame.
Give one last tribute
and bid this sentimental fool good-bye.
And with one last tribute,
one more lie, just tonight.

I sit here with much disdain.
They utter words of shame.
They never spoke a word to me.
Yet they judge from what they see.
They ****** me as if to say,
a sin I've committed.
They say I played you out,
had you manipulated.
The hand-me-down rumors,
are but a phase that soon shall pass.
Don't spit those remarks behind me,
don't assume but ask.
Have I no right to what I've seek before the alter?
Do I stand before you seeking your approval?
Why are you so deemed on sending me to exile?
Is this too much a sin to swallow down?
And still I sit here with much disdain.
I pray to seal those tongues that utter words of shame.