I'm bathing myself with reality,
and watch,
as the last bits of illusion,
are washed away.
The eyes smart,
With the touch of truth,
Words from my mouth become bubbles
That will soon burst.
A curtain has opened,
Showering light,
Like a rhombus,
In the sky.
He, She, whatever,
Watches me in all my nakedness.
Its nose and parted lips pressed flat
against the window's glass.
No smile nor frown,
Could I fathom.
No pain nor pleasure
Could I discern.
And suddenly there grew,
A deafening murmur.
`It is my turn' I heard it say
`Your body is now mine'
Sachin Gupta