The weak body

Remember those days the pristine 80s and 90s. All lived with fear of God within ... There was God present in each one of us.... we all were divine... So could not commit bad deeds. The poem opens up in the current world and this guy started hearing voices in him . Unlike the people in the 80s  and 90s, these days people can't recognize the god within, godliness waiting for a reason to leave humanity. When they start recognizing the divinity within, they start a friendship, but unlike those days, they started competing with it and force godliness to leave the body  … A body without divine presence isn't good for anything and cannot live without an assistance..

The Week Body

Some voices I hear from deep inside of me
Started communicating, soon the best of friends
Normal human I was, divine the friend in me
Both designed solutions- meet the life’s ends
 
One body one soul, the life happily moving on
Worked, enjoyed together could not ask for more
One fine morning, my idea: keep a comparison
Instantly knew my friend; agreed to track the score
 
Body had options two, mine and my friend’s
Presented my solutions, required that extra work
His ideas, solutions superb, nothing at backend
When conversed, felt insecure, feel being a dork
 
Decided to move apart, but no ways to implement
Split the workload together -but single they exist
Disappeared the godliness, our actions we lament
These days the body suffer, soon require an assist
 Sree…    

Saala, “ yeh LEFT HAND KAHAN RAKHNA HEIN.”,

This is a crime, you are wasting the precious sleep time which could repair your system, Sree please don’t work against nature, please sleep. Yeah, I could have slept, if found solution to one answer,  Saala, yeh LEFT HAND KAHAN RAKHNA HEIN?

So cold I feel from inside… I can feel my heart, lungs, liver, kidney, all of my organs turning cold, I had finally accepted failure and was ready to give up, but I couldn't feel my left hand. I couldn't die without finding it. I asked myself,  saala yeh LEFT HAND KAHAN RAKHA HEIN?

I asked my parents on recreating myself and they said: don’t worry we know how to create you … will do it once again.  only thing you have to do is Sleep... rest leave it to us. I go off to the bed, laid down and thought,  Saala yeh LEFT HAND KAHAN RAKHNA HEIN?

My left hand is the organ which can cause me a brain fade… yes...  my brain is terrified of it and can never let me think of something else. The only organ which can hijack my brain from this is my brother’s brain, now on the other side of the world. Though researching in geophysics, his main concern is the EMI he pays for the loans he took in India. My brother’s brain  always leaves me confused, suddenly I hear the doorbell. Sir amazon… a fully paid delivery for Mr. Sreekanth. I took the packet, but all what my brain now thinks is- why don’t he pay his EMI?. I call him.. he picks up the call, and talk to me in a low voice” I am taking classes, but why are you awake? I tell him about my left hand. He disconnects the call, suddenly the doorbell rings.. Sir amazon, a fully paid delivery for one Mr. Sreekanth. It was basalt, exclusively for my left hand… 

The most complicated thing in the world, the human brain... unfortunately no human knows what to do with it… I thought myself as an intelligent guy until this question came along

saala yeh LEFT HAND KAHAN RAKHNA HEIN?

Sree.....