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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Iara- Mysterious Mermaid

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 Iara — Mysterious Mermaid

Iara dwells

in the mysterious realm

of the Amazon,

where deep forests

shadow the restless river

and hidden currents

whisper beneath the green.

In her youth,

trained in the art of the sword,

she turned against

her own kin

and killed those

who were near and dear.

For this,

she was condemned to death

and cast into the river.

Yet the river did not claim her.

Its enchanted depths

received her,

and she rose again—

transformed into a mermaid,

with exquisite beauty

and a voice

more alluring than the moon

upon the water.

She sings to fishermen

from the shadowed banks,

drawing them nearer

with her irresistible song.

One by one,

they vanish

into the secret depths,

carried to her hidden abode.

No one can tell

whether they are dead

or still alive

beneath the green waters.

Perhaps beauty

has thorns

sharp enough to sting

the hungry heart.

Perhaps desire itself

is a hidden predator,

waiting to pierce

the soul that willingly

comes too close.

Perhaps men, enchanted

by the promise of beauty,

choose to drown

in their own ocean of hemlock.


By Goutam Roy 

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