Of Colliding Stars

Of Colliding Stars

I met a man yesterday,

He actually fried my little brain.

He told me a tale of colliding stars,

That will continue to collide until the end of time.

It made me wonder

Of the role I’ve been playing

In this world I call home.

But I just continued on to be one of the laymen of the world.

Today, I decided to change that –

Not by natural instinct, but by fate.

I switched on the screen earlier,

And saw two particles ramming against each other

At the speed of light.

I cursed as loud as I possibly could,

For it reminded me of the tale the man had mentioned.

I was afraid;

Afraid of a probability that I have created in my mind;

The probability that this was a world made of colliding stars.

I was baffled, I was shocked; I’ve never felt so small.

It occurred to me that I was merely a character roaming in the background,

Ignored by the poets who determine the history of this world.

I put on the clothes that represents the me

I want the world to see,

And exited the door to my domain.

The streets were filled with people chasing diamonds and pearls,

Without any other care of the world.

Only a few stood out as daydreamers,

And a handful as pale misdemeanours.

I ventured on through the dusk of day,

Waiting for the curfew bells to ring,

And signal these chasers of riches

To lock the doors to their domains.

I hid myself from the watchers

In a dumpster deep in an alleyway.

Amongst splinters and maggots,

Old books and documents.

I sit there, still eager in my search

For the colliding stars that made up this world.

Written by: Putera Muhamad Ashraf