Shooting stars are fascinating. Perhaps due to the rare and momentary joy they bring to those who happen to witness them, in a sheer twist of destiny.
Some people are like shooting stars, and they walk into our life with the same suddenness. Can it be real, I ask myself. “No” said my conscious, “Absolutely” said my sub-conscious. How can there be this overpowering tornado of emotions that can swell up at the sight of someone? “Impossible” said my conscious; “Beautiful” said my sub-conscious.
The smiles are not just that, they often veil something more in the eyes. A subtle message and a soul-searching look. As I try to read the tacit communication, I am distracted by a different conflict – “the eyes; are they just black or is there a hint of brown somewhere?” I can see myself spending the eternity trying to determine just that.
Our lives go on as we continue to waltz together, but without actually holding each other. I see apparitions filling the space around me perpetually, so completely and utterly. We run into each other in the most unexpected places as if communicating telepathically. I see many signs all around me, all chanting the same mantra. It consumes me to the core, as I try to pull back from the transience of it all.
I find myself often swimming in a golden quicksand and it totally incapacitates me. But I enjoy the sensation as I see stars glittering all around me for the first time. I’ve never seen anything like this before and it is indeed beautiful.
Moments continue to be precious and occasionally shared, as we stand on either side of a glass wall. Then one day I put my palm on the glass. As another palm appears on the other side, it aligns perfectly and I’m stunned by the symmetry of it all. Time stands still as the warmth of the touch spreads to the soul. At that very moment, the glass almost shatters.
But in the next, I am holding water in the cups of my palms. I try to keep it full in vain, as it continues to drip through my fingers. I drink the last few drops in desperation to forever mix it with my blood. Tears trickle down my face as the world spins faster and the stars disappear. And as I look up the sky, so has the shooting star. However, it has left behind a streak of brightness that I will forever cherish.
Yes, some people are like shooting stars, and they brighten the dark skies for the briefest period. “Ephemeral” says my conscious; “Indelible” says my sub-conscious.
May be one day I will learn how to fly and go looking for it, as it may be something more permanent in my cosmos. But for now, I turn away and continue to walk down my destined path.
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