“ANITYAH”(अनित्यः)

In the fleeting breath of a moment’s embrace,
Where form and formlessness blur in space,
A world of pixels rises, then fades,
Shifting like dreams in ephemeral shades.

Built on the edge of existence and decay,
The towers of time slowly give way.
What was once solid begins to dissolve,
In a dance where only the transient evolves.

Particles scatter, like whispers of light,
Caught between dawn and the depths of night.
Anityaḥ the truth that all things must pass,
Like sand through the fingers, or light through the glass.

In this digital wilderness, impermanence reigns,
A silent reminder that nothing remains.
Here in the pulse of creation’s last breath,
Anityaḥ the beauty in life and its death.