My Hijacked Love

I haven't climbed the mountains,

But i had the same feeling; when i was on top of your ;

ever ascending love

The journey was long but i was never tired, only delighted to see her beside.

It was the time when i used to listen to convict love , and my heart will go on.

And so it went on and I was the jack for her, a romeo to my heart.

I haven't climbed the tallest mountain , but i felt i had won over the world

The love was flying, warm hugs and tender kisses, 

Soft touch upon her skin and all the delicate goose bumbs

But I never realized when my flying love started fluttering,

Torn apart by the blizzard of hurts and betrayal 

and hijacked by her vulnerability.

I never climbed the mountains but i know the feeling after, 

How badly i wanted to stay, just on the summit, for a little longer, or a forever of time,

How hard i had fought, for my love to stay above clouds,

How strongly i wanted to cling on to my departing love.

The love landed

only a bit harder 

and only after a short of time, 

A roller coaster ride with a juliet of mine.

Paper Plane

A paper plane is so beautiful when it's on the air,

Dancing carelessly, quivering, yet with so much calmness,

Such a tiny fleck of time, but the joy to see it glide, hoisting emotions to harness,

A sudden fretting land, an end to the bliss, undenied fate of the paper plane.

My love was also flying, wobbling gently towards the Azure above,

Fated alike the paper plane, a moment bound to end,

She had folded me with love, but my wings were so clutched,

All the delectation, sure bound to, an end so near,

The paper plan was so beautiful, when it was on the air.