The Silence Beyond Eden

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The Silence Beyond Eden  The sky, dust-laden, wears the stains of ash, while restless souls gather pearls of eternity, yet their hunger remains unsatiated. Frontiers bleed, dreams crumble into ruins, and nameless children inherit an unknown Eden's ashes. Once, your footsteps consecrated the earth, your breath sanctified the wandering winds. Now, iron and fire dictate the fate of spring. Who taught the flowers to fear their blossoming? Perhaps the giants still play their ancient game, moving kingdoms across the chessboard of the earth, while pawns of flesh and blood vanish beneath their shadows. And you remain silent, beyond the ruins of paradise. Is your silence the final mystery of creation, or the permission through which the giants reign?
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The Sea Of Sojourn

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 The Sea of Sojourn 

In this brief sojourn,

some gather pearls in their satchels

and quietly return home.

Others wander for ages,

bearing the weight of living,

toiling on barren shores.

So flow the streams of life,

driven by an unseen force

no mind can fully fathom.

In the vast sea of existence,

creation rises and falls

with the restless waves.

Still, the divers descend—

seeking the hidden gems below,

to quench a thirst

carried across ages.

By Goutam Roy 

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