Nothingness leaves nothing in its wake
Not a trace, not even a shadow
Just a space filled with emptiness
Devoid of geometry, permeated with ether

Is this death as we know it
Or is it a hiatus between two moments
Before the proverbial Big Bang
Before the birth of time

Before the formless forms a form
And singes the skies with the cry of creation
Before the infinite can seek expression
In countless celestial entities

Is it a point of inflection, reflection
When all must be still, silent
Waiting in anxiety, in anticipation
For the celebration to begin

For the galaxies to take shape
Out of the churning plasma
For life form to evolve gradually
Over thousands of millennia

Subir Chakraborty
8th Jan 2021