Once in a while, it comes to me.
For no obvious reasons, it gets to me,
and I'd find myself floating in the Black Hole.
First the ground becomes transparent,
then I start falling,
or sink in a bottomless well.
There seems to be no light
or I'm surrounded by faceless people.
No friends or lovers,
mother or father
sister or brother,
would be able to reach my hand
No grandmothers or grandfathers,
uncles or aunts,
neighbours or enemies,
would hear my soundless scream.
I'd stand, sit, walk, sleep and wait,
until the exit emerges.
When I finally step out, there's the ground.
My life resumes its peaceful routine
until it snatches me to dark places again.
One day I realised
that I don't find myself in Black Hole as often as I used to.
It must be you.
You, who reaches for me
even before I reach for you
every morning.
