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.