Strangers World: Grandfather In Bed

Looks Like I am Hallucinating 
Am I a real one? 
Laying alone in my room 
And does my time carries on 
My eyes open in strange Place 
Get visited by Strange ones 
Ask me some silly question 
And wait for my answer to run 
I have no feelings of need to eat 
I could no longer feel thirst 
I dont remember any pain that hit me 
I could no longer stand up 
Strangers ask me of hunger 
They recall me about thirst 
They force me to take food 
And compel me to drink water 
The Strange bed I sleep in 
the strange dress I wear 
Strangers are filled in my timeframe 
And a strange life l live by.

Response To Voice : Grandfather In Bed

We listen to the sound 
The sound always drags us in 
the body just scared and 
the face filled with fear 
we too confused what to be done. 
the voices are light and feeble 
just no any phonetic meaning 
and yes complex to understand 
each analyse in our own way 
for sure ask a couple of queries 
just to address the escaped words 
but sure the words have no direct meaning 
Sure do we try addressing the situation 
Dont know we are ever correct 
Still no way to know we are incorrect 
and the voice do fade away 
just till something disturbs the nap 
may be its an event the nightmare 
or a voice to plea for need.

Ask For Help : Grandfather In Bed

Mostly feeble voices emerges out 
Sometimes a terrible scream 
Like a lost soul 
Or a haunting nightmare 
May be the voices is heared 
And it drags to the world of illusion 
Horror scene played again and again 
And play the dream just violent 
and the fear makes full of sweat 
And search for someone 
or may be searching for god 
the stories often comes alive 
and the pain dances around the mind 
Switch to a dream in a minute 
Open eyes after each dream 
And start asking for someone 
And again confused who is that one 
Days seems somewhat well 
And night too hard just to spend 
A minute of nap and wake up again 
Someone is again asked for help

Illness: Grandfather In Bed

Illness grasped him a long time ago
lake of tears brust in my house
Mantra for illness just a power of two M
Medicine and Money
Without both means just mourning
No improvement in the status of both M
Left behind a choice of third and its meditation
Scarcity could never beat us
Responded the call with devine motive
We burnt the wicks and request the god
We filled the house with prayers
Followed by a series of fasting
And bowing in the doors of temple
Tried to wake up the lord
Half of calendar has already passed
But the prayer is still unheard
The body has now reduced to a third
Paralysis joined the body from leg
started to spread along the time span
Then the illness ceased the hand to work
Memory started fading a couple years ago
Left traces too erased away last spring before
The memory now last a dozen seconds
Appetite could no longer persist
The food is fed as solution through needle
No any sign of hunger nor any sign of pain
And Understanding the need is only a guess
Lost consciousness and lost control of body
Lost everything and everything
The only things that has grown now is all relatives Love

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