Goutam Roy

Before the word,  there was a silence—  not emptiness,  but a womb of becoming. Nameless thoughts drifted through primordial darkness,  seeking form,  seeking a way into being. Slowly, they gathered  within the chambers of the mind,  weaving dreams  into invisible patterns. No voice had yet awakened,  yet creation had begun—  silence writing the first lines  of an unwritten existence. By Goutam Roy   

 When the Divine Returns If those forgotten ages were to rise again, when God once walked beside His children, guiding their uncertain steps through the labyrinth of Time, perhaps another epic would be born— its verses inscribed upon the trembling pages of a world renewed, and the chariot of Time would once again move beneath the unseen hand of the Divine, turning the wheels of destiny according to His will. Dust would rise over the broken earth; the sun would linger, veiled behind a haze of sorrow. Loss and victory would continue their ancient dance among the ruins of a wounded world. Kingdoms would fall, dreams would perish, and generations would wander through the ashes of what they once called home. Yet, where the Divine Presence descended like a quiet dawn, fear would loosen its grip, and weary hearts would discover a solace deep enough to cool the burning wounds of existence. For when God walks among His children, even the ruins begin to whisper of another beginning. By Gouta...

 Entropy: Is It the Will of God? Shattered glass can never be made whole again. The bygone days can never be reclaimed. Lost youth can never be revived. No matter how fiercely we struggle, we can never return to what has gone forever. The vast tapestry of human existence has reigned across the centuries, only to crumble and leave behind the traces of what once was. From the Neolithic world to the Sumerians, from Egypt to the Indus Valley, from Babylon to Minoan Crete and Mycenaean Greece— how many civilizations have risen and disappeared beneath the turning of time's eternal wheel? The Creator creates and destroys, according to a will beyond human understanding, through universes and multiverses. Creation and dissolution continue without end. Yet, in the imagination of the dreamers of the cosmos, there may come a day when time itself will engulf everything and fall silent forever. But can the will of the Almighty ever be brought to an end? Perhaps, beyond the last darkness, it will...

 Before Heaven’s Door Lest I return again to the confined prison to endure once more the pain and agony of bondage in this earthly haven. The mind fears to dive too deep into a shallow lake where every wave is brief and transient. It yearns and quests, flapping its wings against the bars of the cage, longing to rise free like a skylark and sing the hymns of the Almighty before the door of heaven. By Goutam Roy 

 Where Creation Keeps Its Secret Strange, indeed, to feel that in the silent vastness of the universe— where only scattered realms of stars and planets gather in their celestial kinships, keeping one another company through the measureless years— they kindle the boundless dark with their quiet fires, as though offering a small but steadfast faith to homeless pilgrims wandering through the brief passage of their appointed lives. And stranger still to feel that within this immense emptiness, beyond the reach of light and language, there lies concealed the ancient and eternal secret— the first breath of creation, still whispering from the heart of the unknown. By Goutam Roy 

 Amazon: Keeper of Forgotten Worlds Veiled in infinite mystery, the Amazon stands wrapped in green robes, bearing upon its ancient shoulders the weight of ages— yet wearing the face of eternal youth. Beneath its breathing canopy countless creatures move— strange animals, unfamiliar birds, winged shadows, hidden lives beyond the measure of human knowing. Perhaps, once, within its unfathomable depths, ancient kingdoms rose and royal dynasties dreamed of eternity. Then came some celestial fury— a fire from the heavens, a wandering comet striking the Earth with its devastating hand. The kingdoms vanished. The voices fell silent. Yet silence, too, has its memory. Something still whispers through the tranquil air, something unseen wanders among the trees, carrying fragments of forgotten names and unfinished tales. The ancient trunks seem to remember. Their roots reach deep into the dark archives of the earth. Perhaps, at night, they speak to one another in a language older than history— ...

  Where Love Still Flows How many sleepless nights have you lain awake, thinking of me beneath the silent, watchful stars? How many times have your dreaming hands reached across the distance to touch my cheeks, searching for the sweetness of my vanished nearness? Perhaps you do not know that I still feel the warmth of your love whenever, in silence, you pour its tender elixir into the deepest chambers of my waiting heart. Perhaps you feel it. Perhaps you do not. Yet every day, within the quiet sanctuary of my longing, I return to that unseen river where our love still flows. And there, in the hush of remembrance, I drink from its endless current until the thirst of my soul is slowly, sweetly, satisfied. By Goutam Roy