From The Quill

The bells are ringing  Of ambulances and aid,  Waves surge over,  But of sickness in thousands. There is an unusual fire,  In anxious hearts and stressed minds. Not an individual in sight,  Just numbers on a graph;  As though scavengers are out hunting,  Not a fearless soul is in sight. Wails reach the sky  From the crematoriums and graves,  This is Apocalypse  But in a different way. The one they didn't tell you about,  The one that came out of the blue;  Unprepared, scared, humanity struggles,  What are we but fools and hopefuls  Thinking we have control over the Universe,  Until Nature turns us into chaos. Here we are fighting against each other,  Over caste, creed, religion and country  Created from the infringement of our minds; While Nature, to heal herself  Decides to lash out her wrath on us. You are still looking for your God, are you?  Crying to prove if the idol is better than a shr...

 The Storm gathered speed;  It roared in a ear deafening spirit.  It picked up droplets from the Sea,  Ready to destroy the Land  As his messenger of wrath. The Sea was fierce  Like a warrior focussed  To destroy everything around him. The Land stood like a silent saint. Guards let down,  Accepting the storm's message; Not scared of the noise,  Of what harm might come upon her. Destruction was her only way,  To soak in the love of the Sea.  Naive as she was to understand,  What she mistook as love  Was always the Sea's attempt  To display his strength. © Suranya