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 Forgotten People

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 The Forgotten People

Who were they—

those who vanished

into the silence of time,

leaving no voice,

no name,

no breath of memory

from seven thousand years ago?

Only silent bones remain,

half-buried

beneath the dreaming sands

of the Sahara.

Were they like us,

with dreams in their eyes,

fear in their hearts,

and hope for tomorrow?

Or were they shaped

from some forgotten design

of the human spirit?

They belonged

to an unknown lineage,

to the ancient Green Sahara—

a vanished world

where rivers flowed,

grasslands whispered,

and life moved freely

beneath a generous sky.

Perhaps they witnessed

the slow unfolding

of humankind—

the first journeys,

the hunger of the hunt,

the gathering around fire,

the birth of shelter,

community,

and name.

Yet their own story

faded without a witness.

Their rivers disappeared,

their green world withered,

their footsteps vanished

beneath the restless sand,

and their voices dissolved

into the vastness of time.

Now only the desert remains—

endless, silent,

and strangely watchful,

as though beneath its sands

the forgotten dead

still wait

for someone to ask:

Who were they?

By Goutam Roy 

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