somewhere out there. a #poem for MH370

in the hollow of the sky
over the blue mountain high
you left that night
without a single goodbye

tears have run dry
to know things we don't understand
what was the real story?
the evil conspiracy or  that diabolic destiny?

we send prayers in cry
hope you still hang in there
somewhere in the blue
wish he'd grant you mighty wings
if not those magical fins
somewhere out there

poseidon, please don't lie
release them free
they deserve no adversity
stop writing the new chapter 
the story of your enmity
on their bodies

out there....

into the cerulean sea
the whole world desperately  seek
one little hope in the deep

where in the sea
you keep them custody?

the hand of time

the night fell on the lap of the dark
the flickering bulbs swayed slowly
playing with the black shadows
seemed like dancing under the mournful
composition of the midnight rain
   hands, crimson red. grope at his window
   screeching sounds of crooked nails
   filled his chamber with terror
   the hand of time started to write
   elegiac stanzas
   with ink bled from its finger nails
a complete mournful poetry was written
in the dark of the night
right there on his bare back
all the way through his chest
perpetuate his eternal sadness