I have always been enamored by the elements of the universe. The stars, the moon, the planets... I wondered a lot about writing a children's rhyme about it. But then, rhyme is not really my thing, it turns out. So, here goes something, that I think is kind of my thing...
It was like someone had
given the moon a voice in addition to craters.
She had started spewing
nonsense stuff about how she wanted to look like the star,
how the star’s craters
and wounds were better than her own,
how the star was
luckier than her just because she could shoot.
She could shoot because
she was that kind of a star.
The shooting kind.
The kind of star that
could actually afford to scoot closer to him.
To the love of her
life.
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Even though she was badly
battered, broken and bruised, she was getting nearer to him with each passing
moment.
The moon wished on the
star because she knew that the shooting kind of star could grant wishes.
The moon wished for
eternal love.
She wished for the kind
of love that would last.
The price of love was
life.
So, the star shot to
the earth.
And died in the arms of
her love.
Whereas she, the ill-fated
moon, stayed immobile and stationary.
As she was fated to
stay forever.
Handicapped by the
cruel forces of gravity.
Destined to stay away.
At that exact distance.
Pulling his seas
towards her every now and then,
but never really coming
closer.
The price of eternity
was love.
