Do stars draw lines on us?

 

Last midnight was cloudy. The thunder, lightning and the cool breeze assured that it'll rain. But it didn't. I don't know why do I wait for rain. I don't want to know. Its a yearning that I live with. If its cloudy and stars are veiled then it better rain or else I feel at a loss.

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There are some futile yearnings we live with which doesn't have an explanation. I wonder about the rain if it yearns for me too. I thought about the stars, if they look at me too.

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I draw lines between one star to another and make alphabets out of it. I always start with the brightest one and end at the vague ones.

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Do stars draw lines on us? Does the brightest one draw lines across one human to another? I ask this to myself. I believe they do and the lines they draw are the final.

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Whenever they draw a line, we feel it. Sometimes when clouds come between stars and you, love seems withered and separation seems inevitable. But the line will make itself feel in your nerves. It will brighten up soon the clouds have cleared and the clear sky opens wide arms for you.

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Like a madman I keep my eyes glued to the stars for no reason at all. I Ignore the happenings of the planet. I am an ignorant I know that. But I care no more.

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Someday I'll be able to imagine what lies beyond the stars. And someday I'll find a story that is lurking behind them.

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And someday I'll tell the story, in a language that is known to stars and beyond.

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