nada brahma

even in the deepest of silences, i run with fire in my hands, in my palms, in my tooth and in my ears. i swerve corners and jump high trees and when i land, the lakes and oceans splatter their little gifts upon this mountain of carbon and iron and zinc and chocolate that i seem to have found myself in. sometimes i ask my neighbours for cabbages but they leave sugar coated melancholic pears at my doorstep, and everytime i lay down to rest under the warmth of colliding galaxies, a giant spider comes crawling out of its den only to chase me once more. i run again, wishing that i stumble upon a decent pair of polished leather shoes only to turn back, and kick this monstrosity right on its neck, so that it will crumble down in a manner that will befit a warrior's final blow. or kick, in case the warrior in question is japanese, with a fetish for fighting in polished leather shoes. but i could only come across cinderella's high heels and that was enough to puncture a hole across him, just big enough for this girl, whose name starts with an n and ends with- well, let us put that on hold- to see me. and yes my antics were well noticed and this girl, who runs down the land quenching thirsts and flooding fields, wakes up. and when she wakes up, she is taller than a thousand suns stacked together, like plush italian oranges.  her hands, sweaty and dirty from her work, runs down my back and she gently whispers and commands me to enter her hive, and taste the sweetest honey for myself. while i wriggled in, there was a gush of air of birth, death and that of the living. there were more than ten fire breathing dandelions where i was, and i could no longer remember where i came from, because all that i wanted to know was, where was the main course? so i set up a plan, hand in hand with my lover, who left her duties and abode and turned into a pixie just to make me look like a soda bottle. suddenly, the ground started shaking and opening up, and we were overwhelmed. so we clutched each other as tight as we could, closed our eyes and thought maybe we would fall into a blackhole and know for sure what it would feel like ride the universe's biggest slide. or maybe we were at the mouth of a mountain goat just about to gobble us up for lunch, instead of us hogging the cheese and the wine and the ratatouille. but then, there was darkness. we could here a gentle thud. a constant gentle thud. and while we were hungry, we got all that we wanted from the walls and the sky of our little room. but no answers. but the 'we' now is no more. it is another 'i'. for the n and the me became a 'we' to turn into an 'i'. and while, 'i', waits patiently, for what he does not know, n gently caresses her slightly bulging stomach and smiles at me.



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