*The Silence of Words*

Thou createst with heart and art,
A vision born of light and dark
Gods did dance, and angels sing,
In twilight’s weave, the world took wing.

A man there stood, a warrior bold,
With mind of fire and heart of gold
He freed the kingdoms with word and blade,
In battles fought, the soul displayed.

Whispered words where silence grew,
Painted in ink, where artists flew
Each verse, a window to the darkest night,
Casting spells, kindling light.

On canvas broad, with strokes untamed,
In silence deep, where breath is named
A mirror stood to shadow and glow,
A flickering spark where pathways show.

The past entangled, future blurred,
The poet caught the rhythmic word
In every pulse, a raga spun,
Of letters woven into one.

With soliloquies as doors ajar,
And monologues that fade afar,
Symphonies rise, a chorus of peace,
Where every word lets sorrow cease.

Bow to the magic fought and won,
The war of mind and heart begun
A flame ignited, passion stirred
Let ink run free, let thoughts be heard.

Imagination, soaring high,
In every verse, a world draws nigh
In every letter, the heart beats fast,
In every line, the blood runs vast
A paradise where all belong,
A universe where words are strong.