Saturday, December 4, 2010


This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 17; the seventeenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

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
The same warrior standing in front of the door,
The boys are going to hurt you
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.

Laughing, sighing,
Trembling hands, shivering legs,
Under thunderous sky,
Warrior abraded him in the mysterious house. 

Darkness creeping,
Air chilling…
Screeching, horrifying,
Enchanting sounds,
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?

Is it a death trap?
PAIN cutting like a knife,
Mind numbing,

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,
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,
Speak up:"Don't worry,
I'm here"
Wish for a love story,
Its indeed a wonderful MYSTERY!

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  1. Wow..It leaves me wondering the best one that i have read till now..

    The way you have molded the poems inside the story and weaved the mystery they all were just mind blowing..

  2. you mix your profession, your service and creativity beautiful.
    That is really good because not all can do it. Writing for a cause. Nice.

    Blasphemous Aesthete

  3. It wasn't a short story or either a poem that's what make it extremely creative.....
    And I agree with Aesthete you do it perfectly and wonderfully....
    Thrilling story!!!!


  4. Rhyming is not needed with your soothing touches to the words you write, simple and nice :)

  5. I concur with Sourav.

    That was simplyfantabulous

    all the best with BATOM

  6. s a gr8 compliment... Thanks a lot
    btw I liked ur name :)

    @Blasphemous Aesthete ...My writings wen it touches its readers heart is a gr8 compliment n honour...n an attempt 2 create awareness...
    Thanks a ton :)

  7. @Ritz... Thank u so much...4 d kind n supportive words :)

    @Sourav... Thanks 4 ur simple n kind words :)

  8. @Md. Muddassir Shah... Glad u liked it :)
    Best of luck 2 u 2...

  9. it is amazing. . .
    m touched.
    good luck!!

  10. Fantastic spell binding writeup.

  11. First time here.. I loved your take on mystery.. The way you mix the poem and prose damn good man.. Great one..

    --Someone is Special--

  12. Its indeed a wonderful mystery and I like the flow and the way you open up the mystery.too good and all the best for BAT.

  13. fascinatingly brilliant work!!
    loved it!

  14. @m7...Glad u loved it :)

    @Rajesh...Thanks :)

    @Someone Is Special...Welcome to the world of my expressions...Thanks a lot...Keep Visiting :)

  15. @Dr.Prathiba...Thanks 4 ur wonderful reply...Best of Luck 2 u too :)

    @magiceye...Thank u :)

  16. As Blasphemous mix your profession and emotions beautifully...Way to go doc...very touching.

  17. Hi Alcina,

    Were you able to read my BAT 15 and 16 entry? Labelled in my side bar as Blog-a-Ton!!!

    You should read it...:P

    This is sheer hardwork, I knew it from experience Alcina, coz I am talking from experience...good one!!!

    ATB for BAT 17!!!

  18. creative, beautiful and crafted with great thots and words... good work :)

  19. Fantastic, very creative! All the best.

  20. @Alka Gurha... sweet... Thank u :)

    @Amity... Hmm... I will take d 'good one' :)
    Best of luck 2 u too...

  21. @subtlescribbler... Thank u 4 ur great reply :)
    @wordingmythoughts... Thank you :)
    Best luck to u too

  22. a beautiful way mixture of poetry n prose and an excellent narrative....nice work...

  23. @Raksha Bhat... Thank u :)

    @adarshs... Thanks a lot :)

  24. To me the best i read of BAT so far..!! wonderfully written friend..!!

    All the best for BAT dear..!!!

    Yamini Meduri - The Mystery

    Yamini Meduri

  25. @Yamini Meduri... Thanks for such a wonderful comment and feels awesome :)
    Best of luck to you too dear :)

  26. let world goes around existence
    menace it was, really? or turbulance

    :)..Keep Smiling.

  27. Your thoughts and perceptions are really beyond the horizon. A wonderfully composed article. The flow is awesome. Well done . All the best.

  28. @Makk...menace or turbulance...its a disturbed suffering mind

    @Cherry Blossom... Thanks for your lovely words...means a lot:)
    Best luck...

  29. And you are the last person I was left with for the BAT 17.

    The post is very classic. I liked the way you combined the story and poem. Next... I loved the way you wrote your poems - they gave me a sense of free writing.

    The topic you chose was different, which gives you another point. :)

    And you did great by ending with a message. A beautiful post. Thank you.

  30. @Kshitij...That s indeed a beautiful appreciation... I should be Thankful
    Thanks a lot :)

  31. An amazing piece of work, chaos and incoherence nicely tied with an undertone, you created an aura of randomness which, though very misleading in the middle, became all to clear with the last line. A non-linear piece to a very intricate subject. You should write more like this. Great work again.

  32. @trion ninja

    That was quite an introspective comment...Thank you so much

    well writing on intricate subjects is bit difficult for me now a days, but will try :)