Yes, I do have an inclination for the stars.
I wait for that moment when midnight breaks into the softest light, to cup a billion of them in my tiny palm and breathe infinity in the paradox of dark. My eyes sublime to an ethereal transcendence the moment it slips through the layers of real and into the realm of angelic blue, leaving me in awe at the enigma, beauty and fear of the unknown.
They say I am the universe crumbled within defined walls of cosmic dust.
The blazing heart radiates heat, energizing atoms to revolve around like the magnet that embraces my organs in love.
The supreme intellect reasons and judges as if to hold the elements together with the sun being the focus of gyration, as it pulsates, emitting molecules of zest and ardor.
I swirl in a pandemonium of beautiful cinders, prismatic clouds of nebulae dust, churning and blending a potpourri of emotions.
It is the scale, the enlightened one, striving to strike the ultimate balance, and I in unison with mother cosmos, persevere to synthesize the perfect amalgam, a concoction of truth in the mark of love.
But where are the stars? Are they embedded deep inside that I sink and swim in my own essence? Or do they glitter in drops of tears, fallen, unnoticed or the breath of silence, that elixir brewing between two sparked eyes?
I wonder why they seem so endless, a brilliance so meek and yet so powerful that without them the moon would be tamed and put to shame. Like butterflies they flutter and around my dreams, the more I try to catch their tails, the more they evade.
Daily they teach me to practice my charity, for it is not the sun or the moon, but a million fireflies burning together that make up the life that seems so irrelevant. So I continue to gaze at their beauty, trying to fathom the mysteries of the unknown, that one day I may hope to reach them.
But for now I can only say, that as long as they continue to mesmerize and burn, my quill shall continue to bleed its grace.
-Rupa J
