Black rain

The innocents dying by drinking the black rain,
The rain that is poisonous but the naives are clueless,
So they drink it to soothe the burning heat,
That is making their skin wilt away.
How can this be a cheerful event?
But the victory is celebrated on the other side of the world.
The explosion of the atom was earth shattering,
That it left it’s mark on the future generations to come.
How can this catastrophe be anyone’s celebration?
How can this disaster be anyone’s new beginning?
This can only mean the last days of humanity.

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Soul bonds

Soul bonds are hard to erase,
The social norms can’t even break.
Not even the stifling of the bond bearers.
When it’s meant to be
No one can change the course,
No one can go against the force.
It’s a beautiful mystery how souls are connected,
To overcome the resistance of the world, the society, the ego.
To share the love that is not theirs, not mine, not yours but of universe itself…

The unoriginals…

You take other’s land in the name of exploring and civilizing,
You abuse the originals both
by scarring their bodies
and brain washing their minds
to make them feel inferior,
But now you want boundary warriors to take the right of people;
The right to go to any part of this planet
irrespective of race, gender, language and education;
The right that you discovered for yourself but now keeping it in a museum unknown.
The past won’t forget, the present won’t forgive
but your future will be horrific because
your victories will be built on graves of humanity…