Why I have come to believe in stars?

I am in a quandary again. A zillion thoughts race through my mind which I would like to see penned down in words the moment I see them in my head. It’s like wishing there was a genie inside your brain who would instantly interpret the random images that flash by and capture their essence in words just the way you want it to.

It’s been happening to me quite often of late. I experience these euphorically hysterical moments of sheer amazement where my mind roams free of all earthly concerns, wrongdoings and right-doings into a field where I see things around me exactly as I want them to be. Probably, this is a side effect of reading and re-reading Rumi and Khalil Gibran and Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam over and over again in the last few days. It leaves you with quite a different kind of hangover in which to dream is the only way to live, to ‘love and lose’ is not something to cry over but smile at. If ever one had any doubt whether a poet can encapsulate the entire universe of human emotions in a single book or a single verse, Khalil Gibran and Rubaiyat have been complete eye openers . I am not capable enough to even talk about their writing but all I’d say about how I felt after reading them is this-“ He is like a man looking with a candle for the sun”-Rumi. I was looking for relief and I found revelation (in more ways than one).