Entropy of Being...

Entropy of Being... 

In the hush of dawn, atoms stir,  

Entropy whispers: nothing lasts, all blurs.  

Life ignites—a fragile flame,  

Bound by karma, yet never the same.  

Friendship arcs like unseen skies,  

Gravity binding where silence lies.  

Love bends spacetime, curves the soul,  

Einstein smiles—relativity whole.  

The cosmos expands, stars decay,  

Galaxies drift in silent ballet.  

Our laughter echoes, then fades to night,  

Entropy claims both shadow and light.  

Attachments cling, yet time unravels,  

Every bond a path, each path a travel.  

We rise, we fall, we learn, we mend,  

Life’s equation: beginnings in end.  

And when the curtain finally falls,  

The universe hums through cosmic halls.  

Not loss, not sorrow—just energy’s flight,  

Entropy singing: all is one, all is right. 

Even in fading, beauty endures,  

A silent truth the void assures. 

All things dissolve, yet traces stay,  

Whispers of being that never decay.  

P. S. Echoes, disorder, randomness & Entropy. 

Vipul Arwade

03.03.2026

Infinite Mirrors...

Infinite Mirrors... 

He never believed in God,

yet bowed in silence

through all lifetimes—

perhaps only a stone

resting in eternity’s hand.

He felt the hidden architects,

the unseen force

that writes our roles,

stories painted in burning ink—

an endless stage of illusion.

He knew the watchers waited.

He found the crack,

broke the rules,

and whispered into their ears.

He touched the wall,

they turned away—

but he reached the window,

a doorway of stars,

from where he could rewrite all.

The system grew still,

frozen in silence.

Another world awakened,

its voices rising,

its weapons shining—

not for blood alone,

but to break the dream,

to shatter the cage,

to end the simulation.

And beyond the horizon,

the multiverse opened—

infinite mirrors,

infinite skies,

where every choice

becomes a universe,

and every soul

is free to wander.

P. S. What's outside the simulation? 

Vipul Arwade

28.02.2026