It's a pity we live in the world that often covers our eyes with the thick wall of dust, keeping the beauty of twinkling stars for itself. Every day is not a full moon's day, but that fortnight was one of those luckiest ones. The clear skies above me were ablaze with the bars of sunlight reflected by the pretty moon. The artistry of twinkling stars was adding fuel to the fire, and my sparkling brown eyes were gazing at the sky. Alike a ring adorns a finger; the glowing street lights decorated the silent streets. 'Peace has five letters, and so does is 'Stars.' I could feel the light breeze kissing on my face. I could feel my inner self provoking me to get submerged in the vast armada of stars. I could feel myself turning into my Highest frequency at the deepest level of my existence.
The Queen - Cassiopeia was asking me, "where have you been for so long?
You didn't come this way for quite a time."
The Pegasus - the one who always took me to the world of stars was not even offering me a ride.
The Apus - the one who always took my soul to the Paradise was out of my sight,
The king -Cephus was Clipping his harsh tone as if I eloped her beloved daughter Andromeda and most surprisingly, I couldn't see Andromeda- the princess.
To Encapsulate, the whole star world was not behaving the same way that they used to. I was confused, whether I was a poor communicator that day or knowingly they were acting in such an extraordinarily antagonistic and unconstructive manner.
Suddenly, there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping. A question from a familiar voice interrupted my Gaze,
"Who's there? Is anyone waiting?"
"Noone's there. Neither anyone is waiting, but I'm waiting here searching for someone," I replied.
He Snickers and left the zone. I remained there, Communing with the stars.
It had been quite a time I didn't spend my night under the sky. In my long low nights, the moon and the stars were my only companions. Baring my soul to the fullest while Communing with them was the only thing that my day, preferably night. I never felt that sort of comfy company with anyone till this point in time. I tried to figure it out many times but I couldn't. Many times I tried to get that feeling onto the paper but failed miserably. I sketch them. Erase; I resketch them, erase it again, and this story of pencil and paper continued for a long time.
But that day, when my dear companion acted so unroyally like those of street types, I got the answer to every question I had. I never felt that sort of loneliness when I was super excited for a decent chat, Cos what others see is what I want to show, but I think what they give me, and no one replaces that. They touch my soul, but others only contact my colors. Nothing hurts the most than finding a reason to talk to someone with whom you used to talk to without any reason. I have no doubt there stands to be a lesson to be learned from that very day. I went in search of happiness, but I lost myself to live in the days and celebrate in the moments. The scoreboard of life keeps on running. The real ones never emphasize in material prosperity and bodily comforts. The only thing that they want is value for emotions and time. Every special bond needs a particular time. If I m the poetry and they are the history; time is the only thing that makes this marriage of poetry and history remain a stable relationship throughout the periods
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