#paperplane
I know the plane I fly, is still a paper plane,
but the way it flies, and Oh! it certainly flies,
beneath the clouds, in fog, and through the wind that blew,
is no lesser than... than the one, soaring to skies
be it a paper plane, still a plane it is, and the one that flew.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 6:53 AM UTC
Before the flight takes off
Before our ascent into the skies
Before I'm unplugged from the grid
Before I'm temporarily disconnected
I think about what I'll miss,
If the flight never landed.
I think about the goals unfulfilled
People unmet, sights unseen
Words unsaid, tears uncried
Emotions unshared, pain unfelt
Fights unhad, hands unheld
Stories untold, lives unlived
But most of all,
I think of you.
And feel
Hope.
Mar 26, 2023
Mar 26, 2023 at 2:28 AM UTC
If only i were a paper plane,
I'd fly away;
Into the unknown, where life awaits
But sadly I'm no close
To a paper plane I suppose,
But I can still fly away
On a rocket ship one day
Or I can simply fold my page,
Then aim it through the window
And there goes my paper plane;
Into the unknown.
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 11:04 AM UTC
Those childhood days,
How much I miss them
Because those were the best days of life.
Paper planes, Paper boats were very part of that life.
If rain was in town,
I, with my friends made paper boats, Wrote letters for the Rain.
Boat sailed and we watched the sailing boat with the letters written on each.
Those childhood days,
How much I miss them now.
If it was some other day,
I, with my friends played with the paper planes.
From here to there those planes flew and we enjoyed running behind them
As the pilots for them.
Those childhood days
How much I miss them
Because those were the best days of life.
Now, only memories sail and fly
Paper Boats and Paper Planes find place as bookmarks.
Hope someday in near future they will sail and fly,
May be not for me but for my junior one.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
Our childhood's prime game;
Creating a paper plane.
Making it fly high,
But it never reached the sky.
We would continue to raise the bar,
But still we wouldn't get very far.
We would trust a redesign,
But never anything different from our own design.
We would work soley for ourselves;
To keep the success to ourselves.
We would spend all day redesigning a paper plane,
But never on redesigning our life's shame.
We live for a paper plane
And its thrill - day by day.
We would accept our life's flaws,
But never our paper plane's flaws.
We would live for irrelevant people and objects,
But never for our own salvation.
We would live with a self-opinionated attitude,
But why do we now live with our opinion based on that of the world?
We live like a paper plane;
Flying high, just to be redesigned.
The world never helps us stay sane
As we're always seen as a failed design.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
I write my secret thoughts about you,
On that crumple paper.
Then, I turned that crumple paper into a paper plane.
I made that paper plane.
As a messenger to connect myself to you.
Yet,
My messenger fly…
But never reach you.
And that’s the reason
My thoughts about you
Stay as a secret.
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC