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.