Black hole 

There is a stillness that grows and summons at busiest of hour

Reaching the expanse of blue sky, envelopes the darkness of the space

Relating with random breeze, synchronizes with fireflies

Merges into the pastel yellows and blues of garden flowers

It presents in the most chaotic occasion as a drop of silence

Eating into loudest of noise, turning gibberish into music

Scatter thoughts into meaningless, memories into hallucination

Past into illusions

It exists, you can sense it, but is unknowable

Like a vortex in space time

When you know you cannot tell, if you tell it vanishes

What goes in cannot come out, if it comes out it’s not the same

Event horizon a realization  

Of living and dying into expanding still.