Why do we look up to the stars?
In the vast space, they shine
And they make us wonder
Without them, space is just dark
As if it is nothing
What could we call something that holds everything?
I think space is the correct word
The stars are hanging out
Far away
Like the light bulb in my room
As they are light bulbs to me
I will be a light bulb to them
We are too far away
Some time back
I was reading the news
A man’s family met with an accident
Everybody died except him
I bet the stars were watching it from above
Or maybe below
In space, there is no above or below
It is on you
Whatever you like
His parents and little brother died
I was thinking about that man
How will he live?
All alone he was now
I bet that man is hanging from his window right now
Looking at the stars
They were the ones who had seen his family dying
They are just light bulbs
Hanging lose in space
Making themselves count
Still, they are insignificant
Like we all are
Yet to realize
I am still hanging from the window
Looking at the stars
I am a light bulb
And I feel I am very significant
I make the darkness count.
