The Code...
He never bowed to chains,
never sold the thunder in his chest.
His fire lived in silent lines—
code written in the dark,
each bug a scar upon his soul,
each fix a crown of ash.
They tried to steal his second child—
a wild gift to the world,
a creation no market could price.
The first had already run ahead,
faster than light through quiet minds.
Whispers crept like snakes in shadow,
cold winds battered at his walls.
But the road was always his alone—
blood unbroken,
truth untamed,
a lion walking through ruins.
Doors closed, iron and final.
Still he pulled stars from silence,
shaping sparks from emptiness.
His life burned in shadow and flame,
dreams blazing like dark suns
across an unfinished sky.
He tasted power and its poison—
governments, gangsters,
fame, gold, and broken bones.
All of it drifted past him
like brief shadows of a long life.
Yet the deeper riddles called to him.
As a boy he met the mind of Newton,
and saw the universe whisper through numbers...
They offered him kingdoms—
contracts, cages, glittering temptations.
He laughed at their thrones.
“Impossible?”
Even the sun must die
to rise again.
Always.
Until the last horizon fades.
Oh universe—
time itself is only a passing shadow,
a puzzle glimpsed by Einstein.
But deeper than time
runs the silent engine of all things.
And he has seen its pattern.
Hands up, brothers—
the code of life
belongs to us.
P.S.
Some creations cannot be weighed in markets.
Some networks run faster than light,woven through minds and dreams.
& some lives are written like hidden code—
not meant to be owned, only discovered.
