Mere Strings Poem by Praveen Kumar in Celestial Glow

All, mere strings; dances of strings,
Strings are springs of all existence;
All, mere strings; dances of strings,
Those create landscape of existence.

Each spin has a colour, distinctness,
An orientation, passage, a direction;
Dance sprouts particles of existence
Of colours each spin has deep within.

Strings, mere stirs in nothingness,
Strings, subtle dance of nothingness;
Who nudge those stirs, none knows,
And existence just spirals out of it.

Those strings coalesce to singularities
Of infinite weight, intangible points;
Lo, big bang, wild fire of expansion -
Strings come on own in wild inflation.

Strings are source; strings, existence;
Birth to death, a string of existence
Of past and future securely embedded,
Where needle of presence moves forward.

Existence is string stretched on time,
Each slice of life etched on its frame;
Birth is birth less and death, deathless;
Each string is eternal, cosmic bedrock.

Strings are roots, and strings are fruits,
Strings, rootless; strings are deathless;
Strings, a'thing; life moves on strings,
Strings are creator's great creative dance.