'Beneath The Veil Where Chaos Weaves Its Thread' By Ink Soul Poem by Ink Soul

Beneath the veil where chaos weaves its thread by Ink soul

Beneath the veil where chaos weaves its thread,
A pulse of light where mortal dreams are fed.
No heart can cage it, no soul claim its throne—
Yet deep within, all truths are carved in stone.

Through starless voids, I chase a fleeting flame,
A whisper vast, beyond all mortal name.
Not sorrow's weight, nor love's devouring fire,
But something more—a raw, unbound desire.

The skies collapse, their embers kiss my skin,
Each scar a map where galaxies begin.
No autumn tears, no shadows of regret
Can bind the force that time must not forget.

I am the tide, the ocean, and the shore—
The flickering spark, the infinite, and more.
Through every death and birth, I weave anew
A sacred truth the stars themselves once knew.

And in that light, Hindustan breaks through,
Not merely land—but spirit bold and true.
A unity that rises, never falls,
Beyond all flags, beyond all bloodied walls.

These words may flicker, yet strive to hold it all—
The cosmos' thrill, eternity's bright thrall.
So still I sing, through night and dawn's embrace,
Of love enduring, time's unyielding grace.

Not fleeting hearts, nor echoes lost at sea—
But all that was, and all that's yet to be.