The Loss

The loss is inaudible
no tears are shed
tearing deep in flesh
heart cries in void
mourning the probability
fantasy is abducted
another delay
losing...
another loss...
yet still hoping...

The Strike!

The agony struck harsh
vengeance soaked all in terror
cleaning the beauty of humanity
sorrow gushed out calamity
putting almost all to sleep

The stagnant eclipse rises in silence
flames gibber in wet darkness
lamenting breathes of lives
souls wither in daze
it is as it is

now and then
before and after
beginning and ending
ancient forefathers departed
newborns stand with unforeseen swords
moving on in a never-ending encircling story

***
as small dots in this universe
only He knows the final destiny.