In the stillness where the cosmos hums,
Where stars are born and light becomes,
A silent force moves without sound,
In Akash Tattva, all is found.
No roar of winds, no crash of seas,
Just quiet rhythm, soft as a breeze,
Tarang, the pulse that guides the skies,
Unseen by the earth, unknown by eyes.
The stars obey, the planets turn,
While hidden fires of ether burn,
Yet not the ether known by men,
But Akash’s depth is beyond our ken.
The universe, in graceful dance,
Is led by silence, not by chance.
It weaves through space, it bends through time,
An endless song, a wordless rhyme.
The sages seek, but few will find,
The quiet truth that calms the mind,
For in the vastness, where all expands,
Akash Tattva holds the strands.
No voice commands, no thunder calls,
Yet mountains rise and empires fall,
For in this silence, pure and deep,
The universe is lulled to sleep.
The records of the stars above,
Are written in a hand of love,
Only Shiva holds the key,
To unlock this cosmic mystery.
So listen close, but not with ears,
For Akash whispers through the years,
Its power flows in quiet streams,
Guiding life, and shaping dreams.
In Tarang’s flow, we come to know,
That silence holds what we must grow,
For in the stillness, free from strife,
Lies the true essence of all life.
