Being

Noodles in my mouth,
I randomly changed the channels.
Imaginary images passed and passed out in my mind.
Those which dangled between the boundaries of real and unreal appeared in the T.V.
I heard the dog bark and someone knocked;
My new neighbour for a tea-time chat.
I kept the door partially opened not to let in his huge body,
I feigned a sneeze and two-three coughs to scare him away.
He blinked, and smiled and went away leaving a 'take care'.
In the kitchen I found the dishes clean,
And I wiped the tiny little spot on the dining table.
The bedroom looked tidy with the new bed-spreads and curtains.
Everything was so normal except me.
I dialled the number.
They came with a huge van, an ambulance?
The doors of the asylum closed behind me.
They took me to a dark room
And I saw a dark figure there.
She was so full of grace.
I smiled, she smiled back;
'I'm perfectly normal, doctor', is what she told me.
The next moment she pounced upon me repeating the same words;
I looked away because she carried me in her.