Goutam Roy

 Eternity’s Play Perhaps, since the very birth of the Earth, the rock has borne its fractures— while obedient waves still return to strike against it. Two cormorants watch in quiet endurance, thoughtful, perhaps, as they await their moment to dive for food. They, too, play the ancient game— of effort and surrender, as we do. All unfolds in silence and mist, as though upon the first day of the Earth’s creation. The eternal process breathes on— unhurried, inexorable, in the eerie air of existence. By Goutam Roy 

  Silent Current Before time whispers silence already awake unbegun stillness Unseen presence leans remembering a lost home never entered yet Mind splits into worlds universes birth again endless fractal dawn Circles within circles unspeakable longing turns language dissolves away Forms flicker and fade trembling light between all things presence and void meet No frontier remains no measure can hold the vast only revelation Veils fall without end beneath beginning and end changeless heart remains No emptiness here no form to contain the flow unfathomed current. By Goutam Roy 

 The Silent Expanse Strange it is to feel that within the silent expanse of the universe— where only a small measure is claimed by countless stars and planets, woven into celestial families of steadfast companions— they endure through the years, kindling the immense black void with their quiet radiance, as though inviting faith into the hearts of homeless pilgrims crossing the brief span of their appointed days. Strange it is to feel that within this vast emptiness lies concealed the eternal mystery of creation itself. By Goutam Roy 

 Beyond the Storm Sudden lightning rends  the silent chambers of the mind;  dark currents surge  and sweep away  the buried roots of night. Lord of ruin walks;  dust-born shadows  lose their hold, silence fills the earth. Holding golden feet,  I drift toward the shining shore—  storm dissolves to peace. Heart awakened now,  I cross the boundless sea of light,  resting in the Eternal.  By  Goutam Roy 

 The Irresistible Call of the Void Cradled in the womb of the silent cosmic hollow, the mind loosens its earthly tether and drifts— not outward, but into the infinite within. It seeks no dwelling, yet wanders through unseen realms, as if memory itself belongs to the stars. Far from the noise of form, it sips the hidden nectar of formless serenity, beneath a sky that glimmers like eternal thought. A whisper— not heard, but known— calls from the depth of the unknown. Drawn by that ancient pull, the mind descends into unfathomed stillness, gathering luminous pearls from the ocean of the unmanifest. What summons it cannot be named— yet nothing resists. For this is no journey, but a return to the boundless silence from which all longing is born. By Goutam Roy