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1.6k · Apr 2019
Children of Stars
Anjali Lamani Apr 2019
Stars.
Beautiful stars.
Distant and twinkling. Burning for us.
Guiding us. Shining despite the darkness.
A part of a whole universe.
Beautiful alone. Breath-taking together.
Stars.
We are children of stars.
Bright and shining.
Burning for the ones we love.
Shining even brighter in the darkness.
A part of a whole universe.
We begin like stars.
Struggling. Blazing. Fighting.
Trying to burn the brightest.
Wanting to be – no, needing to be – the best.
We live like stars.
Shining for others.
Lighting up someone else’s world.
Providing warmth to the worlds around us.
Nurturing life. Bearing the heat.
We age like stars.
Changing with time.
Becoming better and stronger.
Leaving behind a legacy.
A sign that says, “I was here. Remember me.”
We are the children of stars.
We are their legacies.
We must carry forward their mission.
Their mission to spread warmth and ecstasy.
Their mission to share their brilliance and illuminate the world.
We are stars in constellations with our family and friends.
We are a part of something larger.
We not only exist for ourselves but for others too.
We are stars.
Forged with iron in our blood and calcium in our bones.
The same iron and calcium that is found in the core of a star.
Made of stardust.
Always present yet sometimes not visible.
Next time you feel downcast, look towards the night sky.
You are a star.
A part of a growing, expanding universe.
You live for others, burn for others.
You are the light in someone’s life.
You are important.
If you see someone else in low spirits,
Don’t hesitate to remind them
That they, too, are stars.
Remember to spread love, light and joy.
We have a legacy to live up to.
A legacy to leave for the stars that shine after we burn out.
I am a star.
You are a star.
We are all stars.
A daily reminder
192 · May 2019
left
Anjali Lamani May 2019
the loneliness and the fear
again prevail in the
ruins of the emptiness in my heart
the pain of letting you go
was enough
for me to start expressing to
the world through words

the suffering, the agony, the strain, and the throb precede
before the feeling of affection

because
When you left, I lost a part of me
the post break up scene I'd say in simpler slang English

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