Stardom

There was a bright star amid the universe,

It was born upon a curse.

Its connections were deemed weak,

But its brightness ostensibly at its peak.

All planets, moons and stars were light years apart,

What was its mission? Where would it start?

An asteroid came with a surreptitious glance,

It knew that it had to take the chance.

“May I delve into the reason of your isolation?”

The star looked at the asteroid with utmost fixation.

“Distance seems to be a cruel physical being.”

The asteroid laughed at the naïve reasoning.

“Oh foolish star distance is but only physical,

Look inside of you isn’t it magical?”

The asteroid increased its velocity,

Striking the star at its very heart sans pity.

Out spilled the planets and the moons,

And all of the universe’s boons.

The star gleamed at its creation,

Struck upon it was the potentiality of its heart’s pretension.

The asteroid gravitated around the creator,

Its job was done without even a stutter.

Distinction

When the skills of writing first come to picture in the late teens it seems to be the pathway to venture on, due to its satirical and figurative manners of intellectuality. But it doesn’t end there as this is not by any means static or stagnant. It is actually very persuasive in many ways. The satire adapts into wittiness of vocabulary and the basis of luxury in one’s linguistic skills. However, the best part of it is much more powerful than anybody would imagine. After all, “The Pen is Mightier than the Sword” is much more than just a proverb of futility.

Why were we created? Personally, I feel it isn’t for some dumbass mission and to define one’s uniqueness and talents, it is much more than that. What makes us different?  Our extended intellectuality to comprehend what we have put forward as Laws of Nature, or to provide moral to this youthful planet? Naturally all we humans do are reproduce and care for our children until they have grown up enough and then they follow in the same footsteps. Isn’t that the same thing animals do? Animals kill in the name of instinct and we kill in the name of religion which apparently is nothing but instinctive disappointment.

If we are doing what animals are doing with just more intellectuality of the brain and more ability to survive, then what makes us that distinctive? What make us an animal species, who are offended by the very word animal? It is rather ironic isn’t it? But the biggest question of them all is; how is this related to writing?

There is this level of an artist’s mind which goes beyond the Laws of Nature or should I say Human-made Physics. Science has found a lot of things but they forgot the most distinctive property of human beings; ‘Creativity’. An artist by which I mean people involved in the creative field have this feeling of magic a sense of higher order development. No laws bind them. Their art is bound to them and it becomes them. They see everything in that form; they have the power to change.

Humans were also meant to survive on instinct but we have a different instinct. Our instinct is change. It is a state of evolution far beyond physicality and adaptation. It is an evolution which makes us magical and beyond boundaries. We were created to make the world neutral without morals or laws; a neutral world and a balanced world. But our creation backfired into a state wherein we have caused just more imbalance because of misinterpretation of our minds and our conscience. The biggest example and proof for this magical nature of human beings is the imagination of a child. It comes to them as accurately as any other instinct be it food or water. We are holding ourselves back!

Artists have this charm, it is a charm that can change everything because it can change the most important aspect of a person and it is the aspect of thought, emotions and conscience. It can change all that with a few words or an image. Artists can see their art in everything; they can see the colours of emotions, the nature of love, and the ritualistic need for freedom. It is like their horizons have been expanded.

What is the point of this constant need for a job or a sumptuous settlement? It is all very ludicrous. We are going against nature, our creativity is becoming obsolete. This is something which needs to be considered and understood by everybody. We have magic within us. Our minds can be closed off into a fragment if colours, taste, smell, and feelings which are more different than anything existent in our so called developed state of reality.

We were meant to be the neutral spring, but we are being the cold winters and scorching summers. We are meant to be creators but ended up being the destructors. We are the change but we have changed nothing. We are God but we try to find God elsewhere. We are humans, but we can only be defined as inhuman. We are unauthentic. We are what the problem is!