Befriending Irrelevance

The subtle nuances of the moon,

The intense ebony of the night sky,

It’s silence that weaves stories of my significance,

The scattered stars, that hold me high

The relevance, with them,

I call it friendship

A sense of strength and solidarity,

They endeavour, in elementary kinship

Somehow somewhere, the thought of irrelevance struck,

It’s scary, the idea of my own insignificance

Like a conscious choice from known to unknown

Years of hard work and diligence

All to be vivaciously blown

Wandering in my lost thoughts

I try to pull it together

In an attempt to untangle the long tied knots

I feel my heart sink altogether

I fear, because it feels like a scam

Being just yet another from the crowd

To lose my effervescent idea of Who I am?

To break my accord with parts of me known clear and loud,

Only to form another with the restrained ones, of which I’m not proud.