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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Drumbeaters

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Introduction:-

Drumbeaters presents a tense, almost ritualistic moment before an unnamed surge—perhaps social, political, or emotional. The poem situates us among figures who act with mechanical persistence, detached from feeling, yet deeply entangled in a collective movement. Through restrained imagery and a quiet, foreboding tone, it explores how individuals become part of something larger, often without full awareness or reflection.

Drumbeaters

Pale-eyed drumbeaters,

untouched by feeling,

press onward

in the hush before the surge.

Their rhythms, coarse and unadorned,

merge with a difficult reality

held just beneath

the surface of silence.

They know it—

though each remains

drawn inward

by the gravity of self.

No one pauses

to weigh what is at stake.

Yet a message begins—

unformed, but insistent—

moving through the charged air

as the innocent gather,

rising like a tide

around the swelling crowd.

Still, the drums continue,

steady, unbroken,

faithful to a vow

they do not name.


Short Interpretation

The “drumbeaters” symbolize forces that drive momentum—habit, ideology, or collective instinct—continuing their rhythm without questioning its purpose. Beneath the silence, a reality gathers strength, and an unspoken message spreads among the people. As the crowd rises “like a tide,” the poem suggests an impending shift or upheaval. Yet the steady drums imply a troubling truth: actions continue, faithful to unseen vows, even when their meaning remains unclear.

By  Goutam Roy 


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