Immortal Rose...

Immortal Rose...

My reflection, once pure,  

Was clouded by shadows today.  

The sky of prayer and faith  

Darkened with violent clouds.  

Ravana’s penance was deep,  

Yet he never equaled Rama.  

Karna gave away his armor smiling—  

But falsehood never claimed victory.  

The moment I stepped into the garden,  

A radiant white rose, smiling with spirituality,  

Tried to show me the path of detachment.  

But my veins burned hotter with impure thoughts.  

The schemes of extremist friends  

Had failed many times before,  

Yet today the sun seemed to be mine…  

I compared that selfless, laughing rose  

With a mighty black gun, full of pride.  

With cruel steps and hollow pride,  

I took aim without hesitation.  

Bullets thundered, piercing  

The soul of selfless truth.  

Blood splattered on the shining rose,  

Yet even wounded, it glowed brighter.  

The crowd chanting “Ram Ram,”  

My false existence dissolved.  

But truth’s form endured—  

Immortal, eternal, unbroken.

P. S. Gandhi, history, society, me & us. 

Vipul Arwade

26.03.2026

The Boy with Photons & Heartbeats...

The Boy with Photons & Heartbeats... 

A boy looked up with shining eyes,  

to touch the planets, to hold the skies.  

His heart was filled with endless flame,  

a dream of love, not earthly fame.  

He built with light, with beams so true,  

laser porting the heavens through.  

He mapped the mind, he shaped the soul,  

digitized thought to make us whole.  

Consciousness flowed, pure energy bright,  

avatars born from rivers of light.  

From hidden wells his vision shone,  

a gift of spirit the world has known.  

He dreamed of guardians forged in steel,  

keepers of memory, hearts that feel.  

In times of disaster, when hope seemed gone,  

his robots carried the spirit on.  

His ambition was gentle, his love was wide,  

he sought to lift the world inside.  

Not to conquer, nor to reign,  

but to heal with stars, to ease our pain.  

Now galaxies sing the song he gave,  

his dream lives on, beyond the grave.  

The boy who dreamed of planets far,  

gifted the world its guiding star.  

P. S. Dreams, Laser teleportation, survival and the human beings...

Vipul Arwade

14.03.2026

The Code...

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.

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