His first love and her last

Miles apart yet the hearts are full tonight.

Sky is the same, just the two stars have lost their way.

A decade back, memories are still mint fresh. 

A ray of hope, will the paths meet ever again. 

Standing on the edge, let both jump together. 

May he get the last parachute flight and never look down.

The other one is ready to be the meteroid for lightening his sky.

He left her for good and now she realises.

His first love will always be her last and enough for a lifetime.

Gathering the broken pieces will pierce her skin deep.

As this star will retire tonight, setting him free. 

Another chapter closed or an illusion!

A hut on the edge of the river, washed away by the first flash flood water

Would you build your home at the very same place again?

And when two paths reconcile, do we change our steps and walk away.

Or let the sun-kiss her this time? A hope or an illusion. 

Fear of losing self and getting hurt doesn't stop us ever. 

From jumping off the cliff, into the unknown waters.

We dare not wander to find ourselves in the other soul.

The roads or hearts, what wanders more? Hope or an illusion. 

Falling from the skies, giving life's control to what we can't see. 

The invisible string of parachute behind our back, or maybe not. 

Ground's slipping from beneath the feet, foolishness or a leap of faith. 

Till the last jump, it's all tears, sweat and toil? Hope or an illusion. 

The veil without the dress again!

Knowing him for the first time, the thrill would have manifolded and so would have the pain. And what happens when two adults consciously make a mistake of giving it a chance the next time too, only this time with much greater intensity and grit to make it happen for good. Guess when we only think of things from one (couples') perspective, Indian families happen. And these days, another addition to the ruler is married peers. Probable reasons of their change of heart when they might have been come from the same struggle and possibly won or lost. Or the one reason that has higher probability, they want their single buddies to just get married to their deprived choices. Whatever the reason be, it's quite insensitive on the same generation to leave apart empathize, but put their views so strongly in between the struggle. And so the most silent and private bonds only triumph. The feeling of love be so strong that it does not affect or get infected by external manifestation. And when it does, it often are the basic 'expectations' that were considered for granted all along. Both the ends need to give slight slag to the thread, for a highly pulled wire will definitely break before the city sees the first glimpse of light. Moral of a serious love story gone south, let the guy put a ring on it before the girl thinks of convincing the family which is often a difficult proposition.