'Oh, The Stranger Seizures' Poem by Tanuj Singh

Knocking of uneven ambiance aches,
Inside such brain effects, the rest body part shakes.
During the seizure, no tune rings in brain but ruins the flowing rhyme,
You become a brainless brain when it catches you at that point of time.
The bustle of mind makes all senses unfit,
Neither any start marked nor the end in it.
Before it quells, you seem normal to everybody,
Throughout, you suit normal to nobody.
Some installed memories of past do not present,
While their echoes remain amassed with cement.
Now, staying with bundles of doubt.
Many infected wait to vex the next bout.
You become a stranger to yourself for a moment.
Need of prescribed pills in dawn & eve to the ailment.