After a slow sleepless night
when I look into the mirror
to myself
The panes changing shades,
Particles changing direction, above all, watching my egos divide,
in that moment of truth
Realising how my day transforms
Into a night so dark and deep
My realities come facing each other
Asking unanswerable questions
Looking for proofs I do not possess
Their stark simultaneous existence, my days and nights
Struggling to touch each other
with me at the epicentre
Turning visions into realities
And reality into visions
The sphere of dreams surrounds me
Waking me up again and again
Pricking and suffocating me
In congested decorated spaces, I lie
And when I look at a slight frown
In the mirror after the sleepless night
I realise it’s only a dream
It’s time to wake up and start trying again
Here I am, trying
To make both ends meet
….
– Bhavika Arora
