A Trip to My Backyard

 In the backseat of my spaceship, me and my best girl, Death, zip-zap and zoom along the cosmic river. Weightless, we observe the gradual and infinite mixing of stars and planets and life, in that stream of light. 

 The old cosmic river flows upwards and downwards and sideways, all at the same time. People, with their windows kept, float, oblivious to their direction, blind to their walls.

 Awestruck and confused, I lace my icy fingers with my companion's bony ones and listen to the ticks and tocks of the universe which ripple through its fabric. 

 The fabric folds upon us or we fold upon the fabric and instruments, natural and unnatural, ring and chime and greet us with their symphony.

 But the truth is, they weren't greeting us. We just happened to be there. Me & Death.

 And the river flowed but once; in my mind.

 - By Ritvij. 26/Oct/2022. At home, Raebareli.