Infinity...

Infinity... 

I met Infinity last night,  

It asked me where I belong,  

About the limits I carry,  

And how long I can be strong.  

I asked it softly about Love,  

It only spoke of Time,  

That gravity can weigh it down,  

That moments mark the line.  

I asked again—it stayed quiet,  

But I already knew inside:  

Love transcends the ticking clocks,  

It flows beyond; it cannot hide.  

Infinity returned with patterns,  

Numbers dancing without end,  

But I smiled and simply said:  

I just spoke with Ramanujan, my friend.  

Infinity paused and asked for proof,  

As if the cosmos must be shown—  

Yet proof is written in the heart,  

Where Love and Numbers are one.  

And so I walked with Infinity,  

Through galaxies vast and wide,  

On paths of time, of travel, of wonder,  

Where Love is the greater guide.  

P. S. Infinity, Patterns, Love and Ramanujan

Vipul Arwade

18.01.2026