The magic of stars

Don't you, like me, long to reach out to the stars
Merely to grab them and to hold them in your palms
So that they do sing for us, the songs of life's mystery?

Why, what are we if not tiny particles,
Tiny particles so full of ourselves,
Tiny particles, living our lives as we have been given
Caring to be awestricken at our pleasures
And crestfallen at our sorrows,
While never realizing that somehow,
We do not rule our own essence!

But, stars are there, to remind us
That we are naught but insignificant
One look at them in the night sky
Fills our breath to the brim of our lungs
So that, ready to explode
We can help not but allow our tears to fall,
Thereby telling ourselves
That the ego, the resentment and the stress
With which we have built our ethos
Is really not worth it!

Pray, stars twinkle for us every night
Regardless of our hurdles or our moods,
Stars twinkle and kill the demons inhabiting us
Likewise, we do have to allow ourselves to shine
As much as they do,
So that our peers, gazing at us,
Willingly discard their swords and their spears
Only to let our compassion engulf their souls
To such an extent
That living becomes something joyful and wonderful,
Even if it has to last for only awhile!

Why, stars in the night sky,
Bid me to acknowledge that humans
Were given scriptures once,
And that science does not prove all of its theories
But, somehow, mysticism has its place as well among us
Even if it gives us as much freedom as we do desire
As to believe in it or not!

Stars in the night sky,
Bid me to smile at my own scars,
So that healed, I do transmit this smile
To the whole lot of humanity
Stars, holding the secrets of our origins,
Stars, to which we shall all ascend someday
Stars, because of which life on Earth remains so trivial!