That final breath — a silent call,Not rising high, not bracing fall.It draws in stillness, deep and wide,Where ego breaks… and Truth won’t hide. No scream, no sound, yet volumes heard,Beyond the reach of spoken word.It hushes body, mind, and soul —And hands you back what Maya stole. Not fear, but peace begins to rise,The …
Death doesn’t come with a scythe or flame,But in silence… and sorrow… and nameless name.It whispers not “end,” but “too much to bear” —The ache of a Love that’s no longer there. Not just of body, not just of breath,But the weight of absence — the true cause of death.For what breaks first is not …