FLIGHT 370:
A Mystery or a Riddle?
Joyfully,
they left home with smiles, hopes, and
promises as they looked into the future with
optimism and confidence.
Dutifully,
the airline staffers at departure point were
busy providing help and services
to make flight
370 eventful.
Painstakingly,
the flight crew at the tarmac was
checking and re-checking to make
flight 370 trouble free.
Happily,
friends, relatives, at departure lounge
in Malayan dialect:
“sampai jumpa, jumpa
lagi,
and selamat
tinggal ”;
meaning: “ till we meet,
meet again, see
you soon,
or goodbye.”
Without reason,
the north bound aircraft suddenly
detour mid-way into its journey-
down south,
few hours later the metal bird
buried in sea bed of Indian Ocean.
UN-EXPECTEDLY,
the goodbye greetings became:
“kata perisahan.”
Adieu! Adieu!!
Adieu!!!
With eyes full of tears-
relatives and friends are
now compelled to say-
never knew that kisses
at departure lounge
will be their
last;
never thought the metal bird will
never land,
never envisaged families, friends,
acquaintances at arrival point shall
never receive kisses.
Shockingly,
a nearly half-size football field object
becomes a pin that no one can locate
in the deep floor of dense basaltic rock
of great Indian Ocean.
Collectively,
men of goodwill
around the globe with
determined
spirit are combing the sea bed
to solve the mystery and locate
debris, if any;
and perhaps rescue souls, if possible.
Wearingly,
with little or no hope, search teams have
traversed tens of thousands nautical miles,
east and west of the vast ocean;
daily, the assignment is becoming a
challenge, no thanks to inclement weather,
as the world
awaits answer
to the riddle and, perhaps
mystery of 2014.
Will Answer ever Come?
a billion dollar question, everyone asks;
at what point-
should we stop or
give up?
How much of ocean floor do
we need to search?
How much time do we have for
this assignment?
How much of wait time should
family members and friends give,
before giving up?
Is time not running out?
Do the search teams still have enough
steam to push the work ahead?
Weep no more,
as
the search continues,
friends and family members,
WEEP NO
MORE.
Another Cry in the Sky
My heart bled,
my eyes were filled with
tears,
just as my tear-soaked
lips
continuously asked-
Why? Why? Why?
Why this again?
In my patio, at night-
on my palm my jaw had
lain,
gazing into the night sky-
imaging the
ten-thousand-mile-flight
that ended tragically.
The journey everyone on
board
anticipated a successful
landing,
the journey everyone on board
related as members of same
household;
the journey, no one
thought
of a rival deadly flying
object.
Suddenly, the joy in the
air aborted-
the laughter on metal bird
ceased,
the sleep and dozing in
the
temporary-home-in-the-sky
murdered.
The varied and multiple
conversations
in the 1,000-ton-flying
–bird ended
without conclusions;
all enjoyments on board
soon became
history-
as pain and cry followed-
when MH 17 Boeing 777
turned incinerator.
Donetsk! Donetsk!!
Donetsk!!!
the city of John Hughes,
the coal mine of Eastern
Europe-
“the city of million
Roses”
the industrial and
scientific
center of Ukraine-
the city on the great
Kalmius River.
Donetsk-why you of all
towns and cities in
Ukraine?
Instead of coal-you gave
cry, anger, and wailing;
instead of “roses” you
laid wreath.
Donetsk-you robbed
families
of their loved ones-
you changed beautiful
hymns
in the air to dirge.
Donetsk- a welcoming city
thou
has been, never known as
mass grave domain-
a fertile black earth land,
which readily became a
cemetery to
not-ready-souls.
Donetsk-is your sky no
longer blue-
like the colors of the
land-
you have nurtured for
centuries?
When did it become red?
Donetsk-I thought the
hand-held
hammer- on your coat of
arms
is a symbol of industry
and
wealth creation;
when did it become a
tool of destruction?
As the world mourns and
sympathizes
with bereaved families ,
and as corpses leave
Donetsk in bags
for burial at individual
home countries,
I say to the bereaved,
friends, families:
Take Heart and Cry NO
MORE.
Our Yesterday Emperor
and Empress
Gone were the days when
emperors ruled and
reigned,
gone were the days when empress
consorts held fort for
emperors,
gone were the days when
emperors’
words were edits,
proclamations were laws,
signet rings were
the seals and
symbols of authority.
Gone were the days when
emperors decided on life
and death,
gone were the days when
selections
preferred to elections;
long gone days when
emperors were
anointed, revered,
worshipped,
held infallible, adopted
as
God’s representatives on
the earth.
Gone were the days when
thrones and ruler ship
passed on
to sons and daughters
without
question.
Today in History:
Emperors have become
history,
consigned to
yesterday’s accounts of who
ruled where;
talk about on pages of history books or
found voices among
scholars
who want to remind us of
yesterday.
Tomorrow in history:
Will there be ruling
emperors again?
Certainly not!
Never again will there be
demigod;
but for certainty, it will
be said
there was a time when
mortals
reigned supreme.
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