You and I, let's write a little dark-tangy-viscous-pungent something, you and me.
You take the verse, I hold the prose, let's spar like snake and mongoose in the clearing, upon the dried tesu leaves, you and I.
You flutter like fire, dance, an orange blue flame, I thrash wave upon wave of vengeful vitality upon your hypnotic visage, you and I.
You reel and rant and revolve in spiraling circles of rage, I cover you in the calm of cold quiet comatose centuries, till you are me, you and I.
Thus spake Manish Bhatt