(i)
You and I we sit here
Facing each other,
Looking deep within,
I can see my eyes, my nose, my knitted brows,
You say you see my soul. I don’t believe you.
Losing touch with reality, to keep holding on to you,
I look into your eyes, and you say,
“What did you expect? It’s the mirror, I’m just you.”

(ii)
I had always thought of reasons,
Reasons why irrationality should not be reveled.
Why I need the mirror, inside and outside,
Why I need my silence, inside and outside,
Why I need your company, inside and outside.
But at the end, what’s left of mine with me,
If not the revelry of my insanity.

(iii)
In company of me, I am kept,
Losing touch with my skin,
The need of outward existence slowly dimming away.
I see me, not my face, not my eyes,
Not the color of my skin,
I see what is yet shapeless,
A spirit barely contained,
Fired up in the company of Solitude,  
Dripping away into oblivion, slowly.