The Sound of the Falling Stars—this title was born from my fascination with physics and astronomy, but also from something deeper. Stars don’t truly fall—they burn, they shatter, they turn to dust, and yet, in their dying moments, they light up th...

The Sound of the Falling Stars—this title was born from my fascination with physics and astronomy, but also from something deeper. Stars don’t truly fall—they burn, they shatter, they turn to dust, and yet, in their dying moments, they light up the sky. Isn’t that what life is too? A series of quiet combustions, fleeting but brilliant, each moment collapsing into the next?This book is my attempt to capture those fragments of light before they fade into nothingness.Life is so unpredictable. If I asked my 10-year-old self whether he believed I would one day write poetry, he would laugh in disbelief. And yet, here I am today—writing poems, capturing moments, turning thoughts into words. Somewhere along the way, I realized that poetry isn’t just about rhyme or rhythm; it’s about feeling, about noticing the things that often go unnoticed.The chief beauty of this book does not lie in its literary grandeur or in the weight of knowledge it carries. Instead, it rests in its simple truthfulness. Other works may surpass it in depth of thought, in mastery over human nature, or in originality and size. But for sheer, relentless honesty—raw and unfiltered—I believe nothing could outmatch it.This book does not follow a single, rigid theme. It meanders through the everyday—through love and loss, through the quietwonders of nature, through the complexities of human existence, and the infinite expanse of the universe. It is for everyone—whether you are a hopeless romantic like me, a thinker searching for answers, or someone just beginning their literary journey.At times, these words may challenge you. They might make you pause, make you question, make you uncomfortable with the truths they reveal. But in those moments of unease, I hope you also find comfort. I hope this book becomes a mirror, reflecting your own emotions, your own experiences, in ways you never expected.Every piece in this book holds a part of me—a thought, a memory, a quiet whisper of something once felt. I send it out into the world with the hope that somewhere, somehow, it finds a home in your heart too.And if, by the end of it, you hear the sound of your own falling stars—then perhaps, just perhaps, this book has done what it was meant to do.