Bedridden Poem by Moahammad Maleki

Am I a delusional wayfare on the land of mysteries? ?

Or a vagabond taken shelter in hallucinations? ?

Or a roamer on the wings of joviality while flying over forbidden territories? ?

I have lost my identity
Perhaps hidden somewhere near land of deads or realm of oblivion

I have lost the heaven and asylum of serenity
Perhaps concealed beneath sinuous and spiral dreams and fictions

Apparition of reality:
The crux of problem
A long and perpetual delusion of reality is excoriating me consecutively

Who took after me when i was bedridden
Environed within fetters of grieves
Who cured me with elixir of negligence
I feel a bit dizzy and imminent nausea is near to spurt out
Whole world is whirling around me and the words dancing on sheets

Choked whispers are echoing on air
Staccato notes of melancholy contaminates funereal ambience

Am i dead?
Disrupted sounds inspires me abruptly:

Our heaven and hell are in this world
No magic wand awaits for us in skies