Distant stars, somewhere so far Sparkling alike fireflies Still unsure if they are still alive
Some say they are old photographs The stars are no more stars Maybe once they were heavenly bodies on fire Brightened the horizon and tailored life somewhere Yet now they are no more.
The light travels quite slowly And the distance is even more. Itβs not you who are gazing The stars have gazed long before. Your present is their past. Long gone, they have.
A friend asked explain it. So here's the thought behind this poem.
The stars that we see in the sky are billions of light years away. We see things when light reflect upon them e.g, Moon or if light is being emitted by them, like stars. But light hardly travels at 3,00,000 km per second. In some cases the light emitted by these stars would take billions of years to reach Earth. So what we see in the night sky is actually billion year old reflections of these stars. So the allegory here is, stars and one's past looks bright from present. But when you were actually living it, it might not be all rosy as it seems now.