Time Sitting on the Steps of Zero

 Time Sitting on the Steps of Zero

On the steps of zero,
time sits
not moving forward,
not looking back.

A quiet witness
to everything that never became,
and everything that dissolved
before it could be named.

There are no clocks here,
no ticking insistence
only a vast pause
stretching into itself.

Moments arrive
like hesitant footsteps,
then forget
why they came.

Time, unburdened,
loosens its own meaning—
no past to carry,
no future to chase.

Just an endless sitting,
on the edge of nothingness,
where even existence
feels optional.

And in that stillness,
something subtle breathes
not life,
not death,
but a silence
that remembers both.

Mukesh,,,,,,,,