What will be the value of all consuming, inflammatory combustion of vast stars if not to be seen?
I and the stars are always too deep in conversations
One star to another makes what?
A constellation, a pattern, path of an artistic journey
I am all too consumed with stars hidden within my soul
They are on fire, bursting into bright light
At once I am exploding with such artistic energy that can devour the whole world with in me
Come out! I shrieked
My soul has flown in midsts of crowded ambitions
I am burning my wings like Icarus aiming the impossible
Reaching like a Warrior to the star “The Sun” and the only Mighty star “The Sun”