See, what amazes me is being a science nerd and a poet I know how stars work, yet somehow I’d rather they blink at each other in love than listen to the science I’d rather rainbows be a pretty bridge with a pot of gold at the end than just refraction of light I’d rather believe in the pretty purple potassium permanganate color than know it is ligand-to-metal charge transfer But at the same time, the beauty of science is marveling because I’d rather know the brain controls emotions than blame it on my inbuilt blood purifier I want to know the way atoms build and create the universe, but not the theories they disproved I want to know how light works, how it bends, and I want to know which colors exist and how they work And I want to know the Aurora Borealis, the physics behind it, rather than it be a magical colorful wonder. I want to understand architecture, the beautiful bridges and buildings, how they were built, how they remain standing, instead of admiring the carvings I want to know which metal knives and tools they used to do the carving, which metals sustained, instead of just staring at the carving Maybe, just maybe, it isn’t about believing in science or literature. Maybe it is both… Life is both, isn’t it? Those who dream invent Those who believe create beauty and knowledge Science and art go hand in hand, don’t they…..?
I am burning, I am writhing and a part of me is dying, the innocent one, the little kid.
I’m powerful, and my light shines even after years. I’m a star.
I am integral for life, and under my light you all hide.
No I’m not big, but that just means I’ll shine longer. Yet I’m not small, nor is my shine or my glow, you aren’t close enough to see me shine and you never will be. I’m a star.
I’m so far away you’ll never reach me, you’ll never know me well enough.
I’m a star. I am not pretty because I’m raging and burning, and I AM ON FIRE. I’m not meant to be pretty but I do so in your eyes, for that beauty, a sign of my strength and sedulous work.
You’ll study me like the mysterious fireball that I am aeons later.
You see my past and reflect on it, dreaming about my present and my future, a pity you won’t see it, you say. You won’t be there.
I am a star.
FIlled with hydrogen, my words can make you dizzy and lose control.
I am a star.
I’m filled with helium and you know, I’m deathly.
I am a star
What you see is a flicker of what I was, a twinkling past.
I am a star.
I look beautiful to you, even in my darkest times, and my presence, a relief.
For I am a star.
For I am a star.
A twinkling, burning, dying star but I’ll live longer than you.
I’m the same as many other stars, just different in size, yet so different, but that’s something you’ll never realise.
I am a star.
You’re seeing and admiring my past, because my present you’ll never see, you won’t be worthy of seeing it.
I am a star
To those who think stars, not lovely, well they aren’t meant to. Because they have the power to burn you.
I am a star.
My past and my shine can light up a dark night.
I am a star.
I’m burning, and it’ll take me a second to destroy you.
I am a star.
And a single star like me, can turn your world upside down.
And then into nothing.
I.
Am.
A.
Star.
Hey guys! MERRYYY CHRISTMASSSSS!!!!!!!!🎄❄🎅🏻
How are you all? It’s been so long, since I’ve been active here. So recently in my last poem, I talked about me being a star and many people asked me how and here is how. SOOOO Just some random things I mentioned that have facts behind them-
A pretty basic one but obviously starlight reaches us after years so we see the past, even the light of sun is from the past.
The larger the stars are the shorter they live so tinier stars shine longer.
Obviously stars are pretty far away, you can’t reach them, just like some people, you want to get to know them, but they are so far away from you even when you talk to them everyday.
And stars are on fire so yeah.
All stars are made of hydrogen and helium so basically they have the same composition, yet every star is different in it’s own way (atleast to me).
Hydrogen gas makes us dizzy and helium is a deathly gas.
Stars obviously don’t twinkle.
Stars have a longer lifespan then the entire existence of human race.
Somehow I feel this post is wayy too sciency now😂. (I would make one of my friends so proud with such facts😂) Anyways once again I wish you all a Merry Christmas!!
(BTW one of my close friends opened a youtube channel some time back and he would really love some support, do check it out, it’s a great one. ).
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