The Confessions to the Falling Stars

O, The Shiny Ones!

I am dim, pale and a tiny one!

As I look up at the sky, I see you; millions and millions of your kind!

I have a thing to say to you, may be a few;

Now why I have chosen you for this; an unusual choice to make?

A myth that prevails among us – the earthlings, that only you - when you fall - hear the true heart’s voice.

You have been there, since millenniums; helping the love-struck mortals. But Alas!  They always praise the moon - who can’t even shine on its own - and never you! Moon is for those who have love; you are for those who seek love ! So, I have come to you because I am a seeker. Before I continue my endless journey, let me do my bit; make a pathetic effort to convey my honest words what I am seeking for – a confession which is long overdue on behalf of all my fellow earthlings -  who are in love and otherwise - and their all the wishes - heard or ignored. We owe you this. I owe you this.

Before I care to begin, I confess that I am afraid; afraid that I will be easily ignored and you will be unmoved; as my audience is infinite in number; and immeasurably far away! But right now, I am standing in front of you – or should I say, below you? – And I am oblivious to the fact that you are logically incapable of any reaction to my words. Then again, you fall, may be not more than often; but you sure do! That suffices.

I confess that I am surreal. I have been told that the wishes come true if they are conveyed to you, when you fall from the sky. So if you fall, I make a wish! I do not make a wish when you sparkle in the moonless blue night sky, but plead to the unfortunate ones who fall; with the evanescence of bright light. How pessimistic and sad!

I confess that I convince myself all the time that you always ‘fall’ for me. There is absolutely no one else, who would want you to fall, except me. I need you to know that if you at all are listening to all the wishes of the others, I secretly pray that you listen to mine first! Always!

I confess that I am an admirer of the Moon. Though I will always come to you when I need you; though I will always come to you when I seek love; though you have millions and millions of listeners and the Moon is just one; but if I ever get eventually what I seek – love, I will forget all the sacrifices you have made, and will go to the Moon. I am selfish.

I confess that I blame you for keeping my hope alive, when I shouldn’t have any. When something ends in me or around me; I wait for the time till you fall; and when you do, I wish for a new beginning; a new start! I am an opportunist that way. Though some ends are never meant for new beginnings; I always blame you for giving the false hope to me.

Just a final confession that every time you fell from the sky, I always wished for a few more to fall, so as someday, may be…just may be;I might figure out a place where do you fall on the earth, So that I seek you, find you and call you mine – in this life or the next.

- Asthir