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Paper plane in the air

I am flying paper planes

Hoping the wind will catch them

And take the to some place distant

A height unreachable

A distance unheard of

I am flying paper planes

Wrapped with undreamt dreams

Wishes unwished

Stories never written

I am flying paper planes

And hope with all my heart they never return

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Isha said…
these few lines felt beautiful.
keep blogging
:)
March 6, 2009 at 8:56 AM
Toon Indian said…
nice post..sounds nice ,undreamt dreams,
wishes unwished.

keep it up!!!
March 20, 2009 at 12:56 AM
Kinetic said…
yeah i know how it feels so many paper dreams....just dwindling...like little paper boats in the puddle.
April 21, 2009 at 8:58 AM
Unknown said…
short and straight..wonderful expression..enjoyed reading it :)

Cheers,
Sharad
Medley
May 16, 2009 at 12:35 AM
Anonymous said…
not one word wasted
i just loved it
has a floaty feel to it...
June 17, 2009 at 12:06 PM
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