A teardrop silence of chaos,
an untouchable, unfathomable creature in nurture,
the stillness screams with a voiceless cry,
in quiet despair, a man silently died.

Nothing alters, neither the air, nor the space,
as presence dissolves in this unending race.
time exults in eternity’s endless loop,
parallelogrammed windows pour yet another scoop.

Surrounded by a universe, familiar yet unknown,
left behind, a chapter unfinished, alone.
as we gaze into the next one, clearer and brighter,
all becomes a wish, carried forward to create better.

An end to the thread, tied to a table’s edge,
while the tunnel’s wheel rolls without a hedge.
it morphs into nature’s repelling motion,
repeating a cycle to greet unknown devotions.

The journey of the soul is hereby proclaimed,
on pages unwritten, where old debts remain.
the silence has spoken in a sacred embrace,
even in endings, beauty finds its place.