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There are so many thoughts in my mind.

There are so many things about which I want to write. 

There are so many new words I want to learn. 

Rather than money, love and care from many is what I want to earn. 

There, here, and every where do I want to travel. 

I, am a teen.

I, just don't want to day dream. 

Goals aren't as easy as they seem. 

People often tell you that it's going to be hard. 

But you know things will get easier once you start. 

And just incase you are confused like me, 

Then let it be,

Time will tell you what is good for you. 

Don't let this confusion take over you.

Don't let these dark days define you.

Don't let the comments break you. 

Find out the reasons behind this confusion, 

Think through them and make a firm conclusion. 

Do whatever it takes,

Bear with strength these heartaches, 

Tear the pages where they wrote all your mistakes. 

Go ahead and start your race. 

With your hard work and determination your fantasy future you can create. 

Go ahead. And start today. 

She was a writer.

Writing was something she was really passionate about.

She'd write about anything and everything.

She never wrote lies and I can say that with no doubt. 

When she used to hold her pen to write down something, 

I'd just stare at her and thank lord for such a beautiful blessing. 

It's magical to fall in love with a writer. 

They'll never make you feel that in this battle of life you are one alone fighter. 

That's the thing about writers,

With their beautiful words they make each morning brighter. 

And I was very lucky indeed. 

She was ready to bleed words of love for me. 

I was ready to be there for her whenever in need. 

We both fulfilled each other's greed. 

We both promised that together a happy life we would lead. 

Oh but I was unaware about how every night when I was asleep,

She'd pray to Lord not call her to the heavens too soon. 

Oh but I was unaware about her disease for such a long time,

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I asked her , as she now laid On her death bed looking so pale and weak. 

But all she replied was, "hey! Don't cry ,please, I plead?" 

I held her hands, which now felt so cold, 

Then for the very last time " I love you " she told. 

Later that night, she was declared dead.

I believed them, until I went back home to find her letters waiting for me, 

As the days passed by,

She was still by my side. 

Crazy lady, 

She'd written a thousands of letters for me and funny how each of them ended with "smile you fool, enough with your tears, I am still here, I haven't died."

Little missing pieces.

The little missing pieces, 

Of me 

Are often, 

Found.

Found in you.

Crumbled. 

And 

Crushed,

Into a dozen more,

A hundreds then,

Maybe a thousands too. 

Love for you, 

I expressed.

I am guilty as charged.

I see you.

I see you love.

Them. 

Her.

I see you,

See you as a precious rare gem. 

You see me,

Not.

You deny my existence. 

To achieve your love, 

What is it that I have to be?

What is it that I have to do?

Tell me. 

And I will be. 

And I will do.

That. 

Tell them.

A story, 

That her eyes had to tell.

An adventure, 

Where numerous time she fell. 

The changes,

That she went through.

To her dead family , 

Never did he get time to bid farewell. 

The tears she cried ,

when she realized,

That she had lost almost everything made her eyes swell. 

Oh all those noises, 

So much she hated them , 

Often like a madwoman she'd yell. 

What wrong had she done? 

Why did her life turn into a living hell.

Dreams and hopes, 

She forgot them all. 

To travel,

back in time , 

Is all that she ever wanted. 

She'd just hope, 

That everything would change with one magical spell. 

Tell them, 

This story, 

That her eyes had to tell.

Let us.

Let's run,

Let's have some kickass fun,

Let's go on drives and not return back home until the morning sun.

Let's leave,

Let's do something that impossible to believe, 

Let's not grieve. 

Let's walk on fire,

Let's dance in the rain,

Until our bodies tire.

Let's be free.

Let's be lost.

Let's be wild. 

Let's be us. 

For once. 

Let us. 

MH370.

A flight, 

A mystery,

Unresolved yet, 

The story that the military has to give doesn't seem so right.

If only the passengers on board knew, 

If only this flight never flew, 

If only all these tragic events we could undo.

The relatives, 

The friends, 

All, 

Still wait, 

For a miracle, 

A news that would make this loss a little bearable. 

8th march. 

The day of departure. 

A journey, 

Which took 239 people unexpectedly farther,

Than their decided destination. 

A few on their vacation, 

About a 20 on their convocation.

And others returning back to their beloved nation. 

A temporary good bye, 

A could be short lived absence of their loved ones, 

Changed, 

To a permanent mystery of a lost plane, which once flew in the beautiful blue sky. 

Prayers to all those Affected. 

Always remember , 

This very fact can never be neglected, 

THE ALMIGHTY has seen the seen, 

And HE for sure has also seen the unseen. 

HE knows all that has been, 

HE knows the end to all those un solved stories that often make you keen, 

So pray, 

That soon, 

The "how it happened",

Should be known. 

Before in tears the families and friends of the dear passengers drown. 

And they never realized...

A beautiful girl in her late teens , 

Often during conversations she's lost in her day dreams. 

Her eyes, 

Sparkling gorgeous.

Her heart, 

Only good deeds did it posses. 

Every morning when she woke up, she'd pray, 

Never did she utter her troubles, 

Nor an informal word to anyone did she say.

Kind thoughts and good acts were the only ingredients of her extraordinary days. 

Nothing seemed wrong, 

Her life seemed like a happy song.

No matter what, she was always ready to compromise, 

And all these sacrifices?

She'd never advertise. 

Little did she know, 

That she was never going to be rewarded ?

Little did she know ? 

That people are professional actors in this worlds big fake show? 

Oh, I wish she knew, 

How she was being used, 

Oh, I wish she knew, 

That she was sacrificing for the wrong crew. 

Oh, I wish, 

I wish she didn't have to go through it, 

She never deserved this.

Her selfless efforts to make others happy, 

Her dreams, that were only about how to make others life a beautiful bliss. 

Merely resulted in pain and dark gloomy days that she couldn't resist. 

Why?

Wondered the world. 

What? 

Asked the world had she done so wrong that an unbearable pain she had to suffer? 

Never did they realize, 

That they were the ones who always criticized.

Never did they realize, 

That there harsh words were the sole reason behind why she cries.

Never did they realize, 

That the answers to their questions were within themselves , 

And it shouldn't have caught them by surprise. 

Never did they, 

Never will they, 

Realize, 

That because of them, 

A beautiful girl often dies. 

The Traveller.

What are you searching for , oh dear traveller ? 

Something that you've lost? 

Or Something that you thought was yours? 

You've traveled about a number of hearts , 

And yet, haven't found the one with whom you'd wish to last, 

You've dived too deep into souls but found no future to forecast. 

And now you are tired, 

Though you aren't giving up on searching for what you've desired , 

Your friends, family , all for this act of yours do admire. 

They often pray That you may find the one , 

And forever will you be happy and have fun. 

"Una Vida Triste Con Esperanza".

This is way too hard for me, 

Way harder than I thought it would ever be, 

Be it a good day , 

Or be it the worse, 

It doesn't matter anymore . 

Ask me why? 

Its all because my happiness is on fire now. 

Gone are the days when I was truly happy,

This life of mine consists of events that often make me unhappy. 

Every day, every hour, every minute, I'd try , 

Just to hold my tears back, 

But it just wouldn't happen and I'd go somewhere dark and start to cry. 

I really néed to know why I am never satisfied. 

What is it that my life lacks?

Will I never be happy? 

Is my life never going to change ? 

Just the thought of it is so, so, very sickening , 

It makes me more than afraid to imagine a future in which a sad , lonely life I'll be living. 

Do happy ever afters exist only in fairy tales ?

Will I never be able to see days where I am surrounded by joy ? 

There has to be a story behind these dark gloomy days, 

Some mystery ought to exist, 

The Sun will shine , that's what they all say, 

Your life would be fantastic , just wait for some more days.

They asked me to believe those " oh so fake hopes" , 

I am no fool, 

Nor am I a kid anymore, 

I understand, and I do know, how tragic life now is.

But this weak heart of mine, does believe, yes, it still hopes that some miracle will change all this.

Fate As It Is.

I am sick ,

And my disease is slowly killing me .

I can't any longer pretend that it's not going to be the end of me. 

All my life I've dreamed of a life full of happiness ,

I possessed some big dreams ,

Now they all seem shattered into thousands of pieces .

Could someone in any way fix the misery sheets ? 

Every night with tears, my eyes bleed.

Deep down , I bear no strength at all

The last time I was happy, never can I recall. 

I still remember the day I got to know how my life would end,

I was crushed beneath the forced smile and told the world that I could fight and I have the required strength.

I promised my soul that Id make each day worthwhile ,

I accepted my fate though it was hard to comprehend.

Every morning I'd set of on a new adventure just to find a reason to smile . 

But now I am growing weak,

I don't even seem to have enough energy to speak. 

El amor , said the love of my life, 

El amor, would you be my wife?

I said I am dying, I can't give you all that you desire, 

El amor , he said, we are meant to be together, if not now then maybe in the world afterlife .

El amor , your love is all that I require.

How could I ever say no? 

I am to die soon does he not know? 

If only some more years from lord I could borrow, 

Sad it is , that I can't do so, my life has to end and he'll be the one to face the worst sorrow. 

I said el amor, yes. 

And the next thing I hear is when I am in heaven, 

Rest in peace , I heard him address.

Found none to blame.

And then I found none to blame, 

Hurt and broke I realized it was me who played the wrong game , 

Undoubtedly, I did it all for fame , 

It was luxury in the beginning, 

On everyone's tongue was my name.

I was the star that brightly shone,

Them people did once wish to see me, 

I was one big brat celebrity , 

I had a home in the L.A city , 

All my fake friends thought I was witty,

Never had time for my family that was so perfect and pretty . 

Now do I realize , 

After so many tears shed by my eyes, 

How precious was time , 

Friends and family never criticize , 

So into me I was for Years and years, 

So shallow I had become that I possessed no fears . 

Now do I realize , 

After loosing the real deal , 

How my mom waited for me every night and cooked my favorite meal ,

Now do I realize , 

How my siblings thought of me as their role model , 

But I'd care 'bout nothing but me and mine beer bottle.

Now do I realize , 

After they are all gone , 

They were the brightest spotlights that made me shine.

Now do I realize , 

After they are all gone , 

None will I find to blame ,

It was me who played the wrong game .

It was me crazy for fame.

Now do I realize, 

I've long lost the best prize. 

Now do I realize.

God's Help.

Worst incident, was it ? 

Complete tragedy or misery ? 

Or was it the most Horrible nightmare you've ever seen.

But now when you think of it , 

You know , 

You made it through. 

Though you had no idea about what you should do ,

And yet you over came the problems all by yourself, 

Though you couldn't find anyone to help or give you a clue .

What, why , how, and so many other such questions arose every now and then. 

You prayed day and night, 

You felt as though you had no more strength to fight , 

Every single day when you woke up you called for God to help, 

Just when you almost gave up, 

A pretty little angel had come to you, 

Such a fairy tale did it seem then. 

Happy and excited like a 5 year old , 

Forget all your problems the fairy told, 

Stand up for yourself and have enough strength to fight for your own.

For the first time after ages your heart had felt so light,

You looked up at the sky and smiled.

Knelt down on your knees and to God you thanked, 

How blessed you had felt that for your help THE ALMIGHTY had an angel sent. 

With Confidence regained and faith reassured , 

On your own with a smile all the problems you had then dealt .

Like Kings , Like Queens.

Like kings, like queens.

You want to live like they had been.

Never realised what life means,

Never realised what happiness is.

Underestimating others?

Is that all what you've done for so long?

Want to live a perfect life?

Is that all what crave for?

You've got a beautiful face,

Doesn't mean you can't give others a place,

You have no idea, that someday you might lose this race,

Time will change and others will raise their glass of fame,

They will make you lose every game.

You only think about yourself, your hearts' so tiny,

Just like a tiny gold fish.

Like kings, like queens,

You want to live like they had been.

Your tounge only blabbers mean,

Your brain thinks no clean.

What do you live for?

Bruising...hurting everyone, for the sake of glory,

You aren't making a good story.

Someday, people will realise your reality,

And soon they will hit you ugly.

Someday people will realise what you talk behind their backs,

Oh no, then you will have your bones cracked.

They will show you good and tell you that a good heart is what you lack.

Like kings, like queens,

You want to live like they had been.

She had to, but leave now.

Se had to , but leave now 

She'd wish to make it all right once again 

But to forget all this pain ,

It's nothing but a misery unchanged.

Everyday she'd go through it,

She willed not to,

But she picked her bit.

She'd want nothing but happiness,

She'd find nothing but shallowness.

She had to, but leave now,

Before she left she'd make a vow,

Never did she want to look back .

She'd just pray and never asked how,

Nothing did she want to take with her, 

Because she wanted a new start and Overcome her fears,

She had to, but leave now .

Misery Questions and Life.

Would you ever forget? 

Would you stop remembering the past that you still regret? 

Somethings you miss? 

You really did not want life to be like this ? 

Do you still rethink and regret? 

Do you think it could be something better that you could've said ? 

How now are you spending your sleepless nights ? 

How are you finding enough courage everyday ? 

How now do you think it is impossible to fight anymore ? 

Why are so many questions running in your mind ? 

You just want them answered don't you? 

Who wouldn't ? 

You want all the reasons to why, 

And sometimes you are so stressed that you just break down and cry, 

I know you do, 

I know sometimes you want to die .

 

Life is a mystery ,

A beautiful untold story . 

And no doubt the author has something special for you, 

Just pray and have faith, that's all you got to do :) 

Stop worrying 

Stop regretting 

Stop doing the wrong 

Stop all what makes you weak 

Past is not what you have to think 

You've got no time to rethink .

What is it ?

What does this world mean to me , 

What is it that I have to be, 

What is it that defines all what we see, 

What is it that builds ,

What is that ,that protects us from the evil acting like a shield , 

What is it all ? 

What is it that is undefined? 

What is it that we have left behind?

Love, care, selfishness , kindness, 

What is it that made us lose all of these? 

Money, fame , name , glitter and gold,

What is it all? 

For which our lives are sold?

What is it that we will carry with us when we die? 

Is it the perfectly told beautiful lie?

Or is it the deeds that made the less fortunate smile?

When We Write, We Fight.

Because when we write ,
We fight.

The worries of night,
We write.
The problems we face during the morning sunlight,
We write.

Because when we write,

We see a hope of life.

When in front of us is a fearful sight,

We write.

Because when we write we fight.