THE MYSTERY

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Jack: Handsome, heroic personality,

& his appreciable serenity,

Extrovert, exuberant as he was,

No harm he could ever cause...

Anxious to know more,

Eager to reach a things core...

Day began with alarm,

“Heal the world,

Make it a better place...”

Never changed it,

It gave him SOLACE...

Why did the song give him solace?

WHY did he need it?

 Loved to walk to school,

Warmth in the wool.

Today was a different day,

Dark, sky more gray,

Strolled along new pathway,

Turned at a bend,

& Halted in front of a house,

Sensed strange mystical power,

Just few steps to cross the barrier,

Saw the STATUE of a WARRIOR,

It’s look piercing,

Heart started racing,

Hurried his pace,

Running away from the haze...

Shared with his friend,

Came across the same bend,

The HOUSE was NOWHERE to be seen,

It was there, IT HAD BEEN,

Assured him did not make a story,

This was beginning of “THE MYSTERY...”

His mind hid many emotions,

No one to share,

No one to hear…

Behind the exuberance lay his dark sad life,

From childhood till now,

At home the same scenario,

His parents fighting,              

Without realizing it would affect his upbringing

Shouting “WE DON’T CARE”…

“DO YOU REMEMBER.......”his alarm sang. Its strange, he never changed it. Who did it? The small room treasured the memories of Jacks childhood & the dreams of future. He stepped on the ice cool flooring. Near the window was his study table, Jack was puzzled, where lay his most precious thing, his ‘Memoir’, “The Mystery of my life”. He signed it as Arthur, his favourite hero. It had absorbed his entire life without questioning. He never forgets to lock it up in his drawer, but today it was on the table.

He tried to remember the occurrence of yesterday night, which memory did he carve on the page? Lightly he touched the diary and was about to open it, suddenly a flash of lightning distracted him. He looked up, surveyed from left to right but unable to trace the source of it. As soon as he started reading his memoir, it flashed again. This time he saw the iron coat warrior standing on the stone pavement with a piercing look. Jack couldn’t move an inch, not even a twitch of a muscle. A blink of eyes & the warrior vanished.

Jack snapped back to reality by the loud noises from his parents downstairs.

Unlike his parents’ behaviour, Jack was kind hearted and his strength being passionate. This has been possible only by his tiny room, for him his entire world. He had sown the seeds of hope and dreams, nurtured it each day with his love and now the fruits of dreams coming true were beginning to ripe.

Jack never gave up, but with each dawn he was losing a part of his life, unable to realize it, WHAT?

Raced downstairs,

Straight out of home,

Someone was out to get him,

Did not dare turn back,

Reaching the class,

Students jealous of him,

Sitting behind,

Watching them through corner of his eyes,

“Arthur, Arthur”

WHO ELSE KNEW HIS SIGNATORY NAME?

The same warrior standing in front of the door,

“The boys are going to hurt you”

“NO”

“YES, look behind”

Jack turned; they were whispering and gazing at him.

He asked “What?”

“Nothing” they answered.

Blood boiling, blood shot eyes,

“Criticizing me”,

Rage running through entire body,

Held the pen as if sword,

Thrashed them, torn muscles.

“BLOOD, BLOOD”

Laughing, sighing,

Trembling hands, shivering legs,

Under thunderous sky,

Warrior abraded him in the mysterious house. 

Darkness creeping,

Air chilling…

Screeching, horrifying,

Enchanting sounds,

“RUN, RUN FAST",

Across the room,

Something coming,

Couldn’t see,

“RESVE, RESVE”, Jack was shouting,

Hard thud on his face,

Bleeding woke up in his room,

Breathe of relief,

But no, it was not!

Memoir still on table,

Hurriedly opened last page,

Read the events,

‘Dark gray sky,

Entering mysterious house,

NO HE NEVER DID, It can’t be true,

Friend at the bend,

Assuring not making the story,

The beginning of mystery! WHAT WHEN?

RAGE, FEAR,

Is it a death trap?

PAIN cutting like a knife,

Mind numbing,

STEALING THE MELODY…

Nothing to gain,

Everything to lose,

No one to hold on,

No one to love,

No sound of hope,

Crying incessantly,

Someone clutched his hand

Shaking, “Jack, Jack”

With all his strength opened the eyes,

Mom, dad relieved,

INSCRUTABLY MYSTERY,

Paranoia, his condition called “SCHIZOPHRENIA”

Schizophrenia, also sometimes called split personality disorder, is a chronic, severe, debilitating mental illness. statistics about schizophrenia include that it affects men about one and a half times more commonly than women. It is one of the psychotic mental disorders and is characterized by symptoms of thought, behavior, and social problems.The sufferer may hear voices or see people that are in no way present. The individual with this disorder may also have disorganized speech, disorganized behavior.

People with schizophrenia often resist treatment. They may not think they need help because they believe their delusions or hallucinations are real. In these cases, family and friends may need to take action to keep their loved one safe. 

The patients pain and suffering must be understood, isolating the individual will never help him. What needs is, CARE, SUPPORT AND LOVE.

Love increases,

If you share,

Never say,

"I DON'T CARE",

Speak up:"Don't worry,

I'm here"

Wish for a love story,

Its indeed a wonderful MYSTERY!

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