Sunday 11 January 2015

StarLight

                                                       Starlight                       
                                             -Manjunath J Hassan  

      People say when someone dies they become stars, we see them as glittering stars, Although it doesn't make any sense with this bewildered  world, it was my childhood that introduced me to  the concept of death , The question of ,where are the dead ones goes? They are up there watching us, biased with the notion of science and belief I had to stand behind the belief that we had from generations up there as a stars. It was the indistinguishable death revisited me in my adolescence, Death of beloved one fostered the crisis of my existence, the belief of stars comes into interrogation, up there in the sky I can’t see the dead one now and the impression of science overriding my beliefs ,started my journey  in search of explanations.


 It takes eight minutes for sun rays to reach us, our sun is always eight minutes older than what we see. Take stars, they might be million years older than what we see, behind the logic of science we need to accept the the fact that we are not living in today’s starlight. We might fail to describe existence without light, light the source of our thoughts, our existence. I see this world as a reflections of light, reflections of people, reflections of birth, reflections of notion, belief, concept, death and the dispute starts here where will be this reflections find its end or it will just simply travels in universe like a light with faces of nomadic and infinite, aloft in the sky all of our reflections drifting to find its way to reach the end ,may be our reflections not meant to die , may be it is defined by the creation to be immortal, what about the reflections of our ascendants  they might be still alive in universe travelling infinitely ,may be the images of our good deeds or someone’s smile falls on a star and makes it more brighter and we see the stars glittering when we see them. This idea made me to find my path and dream started with this, I always loved the ideologies of science but starlight made me to think beyond the rules.


The rule is to write a poem, it’s the words from Frances O’Roark Dowell, well known German author of fiction bridge my thinking,

"You know why trees smell the way they do? Stars. Trees breathe in starlight year after year, and it goes deep into their bones. So when you cut a tree open, you smell a hundred years’ worth of light. Ancient starlight that took millions of years to reach earth. That’s why trees smell so beautiful and old."
Take the other way round imagine you as a source of light emitting the reflections of starlight like a mirror and the whole universe holds the reflections of our existence, reflections of your smile, reflections of the days it made your life, reflections of your journey, reflections of your dreams, reflections of your bad days.whenever we see the sky we see our own reflections travelling infinitely, may be its trying to tell us something, it’s trying to tell us that 
“Sky is the place where we write our poems and our words are the stars we write with our reflections”
Trying to tell us to be in our self-awareness, cherish those beautiful lines of our  poems and whenever you find those lines not going with poem, it’s time for us to learn from the mistakes we did and rewrite those lines.

I started this abruptly and prefer to end this abruptly because this is your poem, make sure you write  beautiful lines for your poem.

1 comment:

  1. Good one buddy!! Ur thoughts are so deep difficult to grasp!! :)

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