Sometimes I Wonder...

It feels magical and alive, now that the line connects them. What once were stars left to thrive are now connected like brain stem. They were just ordinary girls who lived in two separate worlds, until their worlds collided and they stuck undivided. She never really knew what struck first, the other's charm, or beauty, smile, or personality, but one was there for the other at their worst, and that’s when it made sense: totality. You see, they were just two lone stars, wandering about in the night sky, until destiny put them together and made a constellation no eye could deny.

i had petals so soft, before a stem so still  i had leaves so green, before my veins had broken  i had growth so bright, before i was buried down deep  for i was a flower, before a fossil.

  Where Light Bends (by Saavanna Satheesan) You look at me And I see your smile But the one behind you? She cries. Being scared, being broken I see the teeth and the storms Because I hold them all. No one can do it alone. And I agree. They say I’m calm, that I don’t feel much But how can I be untouched? When I can carry all their weight. I’m polished and patient. Trained to reflect, What the world wants to see But no one asks what I see. Behind the glass, I crack. I dream of becoming a window Of turning soft and open Of being calm and free. I wish light would pass through me instead of bending back from me I too want to be looked at Not just into. I hope someone sees The fingerprints I never wiped away To touch the surface and feel The life and ask, ‘what about you?’ Because maybe, just maybe, I am not glass at all. Maybe I’m just a soul, To see through everyone else – but me.

A symphony of soft pink light, A flower bathed in morning’s grace. Serene, untouched—a gentle sight, Nestled in its sacred place. But then, a silent shadow crept, Dark clouds veiled the pastel glow. Soon the heavens softly wept, As life had trials to bestow. The flower bowed, all damp and weak, Burdened by each heavy drop. Its soft pink hue grew dark and bleak, As the storm began to stop. One by one, the petals fell, Leaving nothing but the stem. What once had bloomed so bright and well, No longer shone, a lost gem. Until a kind hand reached with care Gathering the petals, torn apart She taped them back, a love so rare Mending a soul that had lost its heart She reached out over the flower, Shielding it from further scars. Then she whispered, soft in power "Even in the storms, I'll show you the stars."

I t was not born to be just there But so it was, brushed aside in despair It stood in the center, orbited by the others Only to be compared to its brothers Even the distant galaxies laughed at it For its failure to outshine them seemed so unfit And so it stood in the centre there Alone, uncared for, unaware But soon came an asteroid that wisely said 'To be the sun, o' mighty one Thou should know to trust whats begun For come what may, you are the one So never question yourself, shine like a sun' The Sun expanded, fierce and bright,   Absorbing the power of endless light,   Yet the planets still mocked its lonely might,   But this time, the Sun paid no heed to their spite.

 (This post contains all my knowledge about black holes that I have come to learn recently)  – Exoplanets 1.1 – What is an Exoplanet? Put simple, exoplanets are just planets in the universe that don’t orbit our sun. We believed that they existed for hundreds of years despite having no evidence or any detections, until eventually our technology became good enough to let us detect these mysterious little worlds. 1.2 – History into the discovery of exoplanets Back in the 1600’s there was an Italian philosopher named Giordano Bruno who was far ahead of his time. Bruno believed that the universe has no center, and that the stars in the sky are just like our sun, with their own set of planets and moons surrounding them. In fact, it was this very belief that had him tried for heresy by the Roman Inquisition as these facts went against the Catholic beliefs of the time. He was found guilty and burned at the stake. Perhaps the first believer in these wonderful worlds burnt at th...