Give Me The Night Sky

At a wide-open expanse behind the bar in Brooklyn, and the night bellow is full of full blast conversations and dangling firefly lights. A festive crowd for a friend’s birthday. Every time, I go get a drink at the bar, my tenacious mouth finds another to practice sounding words. Not too far away from my table, I find a peacock girl, full of nose piercings that subtly always reminds me of a home that was never my home. I start the conversation with her, but it some how fizzles out. Yet, I also see her friend standing by, looking deactivated. So, I try engaging her in verbose verbatim. I find out that she was a physics major, that quit half way through. I told her, I wanted to hear more. She got me going. And then she asked me what I thought out Tesla, and my tongue was off to the races. Many such conversations were held in the night, and some may be remembered years to come when you least expect them to be relevant. It’s weird how memory is triggered.

And now, I realize exactly what I want. I want a girl with Kaleidoscopic eyes and telescopic lenses. I want  a girl that is a voyager, that searches the seas in search for sentient mystery. I want a girl with a heart that is wider and more explosive than a blazer. I want a girl with a mind that never stops asking why. I want a girl that knows her history, and the events that forged her freckles and the corners of her smile. I want a girl that can teach me something about the universe, every single day. I want a girl that is relentless and fearless. I want a girl that is as soft as an open field on a breezy summer day. But, is as hard as the rocks that she climbs. I want a girl that uses her contact lenses to examine microphages and the structure of nanotubes. I want a girl that loves to dance, raucously enough to awaken Mother Bhumi. And sing to her hearts desire. I want a girl that is like me, but that is better than me. I want to hear her melodies and poetry that allow the planets to revolve and to gravity to sink.

And when I kiss her, we have reached the end of the universe. Universal expansion has come to a predestined period and even the blackholes have evaporated. It’s just her and me. And that kiss. That single kiss is the birth of existence. That kiss sends out ripples in every dimension and wave function. The quantum foam coalesces to form stability. Billions of years speed by, and we watch entrenched in our cosmic embrace. Stars are born and go super nova. Galaxies collide. Civilizations rise and fall.

The power of a single kiss, that remade the universe in our image.

As the universe ages and changes, there is so much death and much struggle. Suffering is the nature of our universe. In each age and each time, there is strife and disagreement. Yet, a hero puts on his helmet. Yet, a hero puts on her armor. And heroes fight the good fight. Time after time, a noble heart is brought down to a bitter end. Regardless of how distasteful and distraught, a new force for good is born in the next life. In every life time, the skills, the powers, the lessons are passed down and harnessed. The failures of the past are wisdom of the present. In this never ending journey, our loved ones are torn away. Crushed and removed by the bitter forces of oppression. And bitterness has the ability to infect a pure soul. The antidote to crippling loss, is remembrance. It is recalling the love and wisdom that was passed on to you. Our bodies are temporary and meant to decay. But, love, love is reborn a million times. And that is the source of power. That is the source of strength when the battle never ends.

We created a universe of suffering. And we have experienced this world through a thousand eyes and a thousands voices. In the end, we’re here again. You have a new face. My voice sounds like a strangers.

But, all it takes is for our lips to meet to remember your name. Your name is love.