Shooting Star

Gazing at stars was not veining with the idea of idle. It was a leisure for the set of eyes and a game for my mind. So I sat there still, holding my gaze on thousands of them. The shimmer was keeping my wrath away. Though it was not a story or fiction still it was making a place in my mind. It said that it has never been mentioned anywhere. It said that it cannot be captured; it cannot be a snapshot, it appears in the smoke and fades away with the smoke. Stars shined in their own way. It was their wish to shine dim or bright because underestimating their light and their capability of enlightening their vicinity was never a question.

Suddenly there was this shooting star which brought the despair back. Crave for being witnessed as the one who is a portrait of agony. It reminded me of my mind made portrait, who remarkably withstood all the fire, wandered as a cloud still shined like a star. Because when a star departs from its native it is blessed to bless everyone. 

This is an example of how something that breaks off, leave s a story behind and is worshipped. 

This shooting star made it possible to believe that breakdowns are acceptable. A person who has travelled a small distance has faced all the ups and downs, trauma and joy as well. One is mashed into the dust which never belonged to the person. Untidy thoughts made the perceptions tidier. Growth was the obvious selection as there was no other way out. A wish to move to future and regret of leaving the past hindered the improvement. And then you fell! A Fall, which seemed like an ultimate choice of pulling the anchor in your direction and letting you choose the flow of wind. 

Stars are gazed and they just fall defining the truth which is locked deep inside or way away from one. 

And I assume myself as the one who travelled shining either dim or bright or shot myself down in the end. But I did not loose myself and saved my aroma for myself. 

Someday in near tomorrows, I will shine in my own vicinity and in my own eyes and will enlighten the truth of being starved for the importance which I already have and search in others set of eye.

"You might depart someday as a loner, and when you would look back you might encounter a garden of followers. You might be a leader thereafter."