Can I be a dazzling star far, far away from the Earth?
Can I sparkle without seeking much attention from the mortals?
Can I have my own light instead of borrowing it from someone?
Because I too have burnt all alone.
I too have endured the dark in solitary.
I too am bigger than what I seem at first.
So, can I please not be mere carbon with delusions of brilliance?
Is it too much to just exist and be admired?
To fill the skies with my presence and fall in love with the darkness this time.
To blink away all the fears inside.
To keep burning till ambitions are no longer reduced to dreams.
To be romanticized by the poets,
Loved by the astronomers,
And despised by the light?
To be the miraculous one lovers adorn,
The flickering hope sought by people forlorn,
The magical one waltzing with the moon amidst the breeze warm,
Form the twinkling Cassiopeia aligned in the galaxy so distant,
Shining brighter than the sun at dawn.
Oh! How I wish to be that luminous star for once.