Where is the Brotherhood?

So I heard, moon and sun don't talk to each other,
A solitude develops in this galaxy,
Neither a hatred nor enmity that bitters this friendship,
Just two souls and their prides crucified,
A revenge that one seeks of another,
Hidden along the ray of dust, just hard to decipher,
A hostility that these have built over the years,
Shatters a fragile intimacy that holds them tight,
Other stars, asteroids unwillingly got dragged into this chaos,
The earth revolves around, stops, and sighs “oh what a mess, what a mess.”

As a gawking tourist, I got nothing else but to enjoy,
Take a sip of whiskey, laugh and smile,
As the thunder of their growling hovers the sky,
I step back, take out my camera, and capture those moments,
With no sense of attachments, no feel of ties,
I enjoy their battle, and intermittent cries,
Oh how I wish their grudge lasts longer,
For I cherish the turmoil in their land,
When their antipathy burgeons again, I smile back,
And reload a new film into my camera,
Their misery will make a miserable history.

Time has no beginning

Time has no beginning

Before I could even get back to my senses,
A ray of light breaks into my room,
Snatching away my morning dreams, telling me a new day has begun,
But, how much I adore the present state,
An intimacy of dreams and my wonderland,
How would the poor ray of light understand those feelings,

I stare at it for a moment, with a glimpse of hatred,
A sarcastic look filled with a pain,
Get away from me, you senseless, lifeless being,
Like a morning dew stuck to a leaf,
I wrap into her arms, her warmth gives me a hope,
Her whisper beneath my ears gives me a belief,
That this is the moment we ought to live, the moment we cherish day-to-day
The present has never been so joyful,

Like a bird leaving its nest at the early dawn,
With its toddlers chirping for its love, seeking its warmth,
In search of food, in search of a new home for its kids,
The bird flies away, away from its home in the real, cruel world,
A bullet swings by the bird, hits it in the head,
The bird falls down flapping its wings, feathers falling apart,
A blur image of its nest hovers over its retina,
The poor bird departed the world with a heavy heart,
Leaving his family behind, never coming back,
I could hear his inner plea, “Don't take me away from my beloved”
Let me see my toddlers grow, let them be an adult,
Who would hear the poor bird cry in this selfish world,
Who would let him survive for his kids,
I woke up seeing my dreams die like the poor bird,
My love is so close yet so far from me.