Pity Party

The 3rd of June, 2012 started like every other day, but its dusk was an end to a lot of things around here; lives, friendships, families, smiles, while to some, it was the end of everything. A plane crashed and all our lives cease to be the same. The memories, beats and dreams crashed with it, will be this space and indelible mark on our hearts and thoughts that keep us up at night!

I wrote this poem to the memory of lives that were lost and the loved ones left behind. 

The pictures I see, the faces I knew 
Living life with a smile brand new,
The touch they felt now the numbness they share,
The screams away beyond, helps turned to scares,
The whiter before, the darker becomes. 

Life? A bed of Roses, A flair of Riches, 
A light that beckons, perhaps love that reckons? 
But it is warmth that burns, gold that rust, 
Darkness yet light, race with no rend
Blue sky but fade to grey. Wings that wither. 
A mirror of shadows 

Dead is no word, it’s what we all are, 
Time only will tell, who stays 6 ft. below. 
The only thing we commonly share, 
End, Inevitable but its knowledge eluding, 
Comes in ways we dream not, see not but catches us up

Mourn me for others will mourn you, 
After all, we all are a pity party
Alone this STRANGER picks who's next, 
No question nor retribution. 
It’s our burden, this journey of no return

Fare thee well today, for you are for now left behind.