In the stretch of silence, a mālā swirls—a garland of memory.
Fragmented time whispers through ancient constellations;
Breaths in ardor entangle with cosmic curtain calls.
Eternity wears a diadem spun of forlorn quarks;
As spacetime ripples to the cadence of sleepless nebulae—
Glistens in solitude lavish, cascading like dreams.
Stars weep melodies of gold-laden galactic drips,
Offering inked psalms to infinity's abyssal mouth,
Where whispers of departed light source fade.
Constellations fracture and merge,
huddled as penstroke shadows:
And so dies the divine tapestry etched,
In oleanders and tarragon's lore.
When atoms cry, they sing of
colors scattering spider-web thin
threads upon the fabric of the yearning.
When universe shatters to histories—night broidered.