Like stars

A crowd, a gathering; we seem like we are headed in the same direction.

But are we? Aren’t we like clusters of stars in the vast firmament?

All huddled up to light up the space, as if bound by the same cause.

The truth: there are infinite paths for countless stellar dots.

Each ordained to drift in its own direction, to reach a point unknown to the rest.



We pass through the same trodden paths; seamless terrains familiar yet unfamiliar.

But are they neither? For, the one I took today lead me to another destination.

Is it the same spot that I don’t recognise today, or I forgot to leave a mark behind?

Maybe the stars too can’t tell one part of the sky from the other.

Travelling incessantly they see familiar co- explorers. Like paths, don’t faces change?