Roots Beyond Time...

Roots Beyond Time... 

Once, love was the soil beneath our feet,  

roots tangled in families, villages, and friends,  

affection flowing like rivers unseen,  

respect rising like dawn over quiet fields.  

No coin could weigh its gravity,  

no crown could eclipse its light.  

It was the hidden equation,  

the constant that bound us—  

like stars held in their orbits.  

But now, ambition builds towers of glass,  

voices scatter like photons lost in space,  

and affection drifts—  

a redshifted melody,  

a raga swallowed by silence.  

I was a boy,  

my heart entangled with every leaf,  

every smile, every paw,  

my emotions blooming like monsoon clouds.  

Now I walk through shadows,  

faces eclipsed by status,  

roots forgotten beneath the asphalt.  

Yet still, beyond the event horizon of time,  

the roots breathe,  

waiting to bloom again—  

like a forgotten song rising at dawn,  

like love itself,  

the one force that bends space,  

the one constant  

that survives the collapse of stars.  

P. S. Roots remember what galaxies forget... 

Vipul Arwade

06.06.2026