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Presenting you all the last episode of ILLUSIONISTIC REALITY ,.. Part IV as, “Light coral”..

After the date, all the three Tweety, Sylvester and Minnie became best friends. Spent their all leisure hours together. Feelings raged in each of them, untold, and in shadows.. something happened, and it changed everything! One lose every hope, other gain the hope.. One lived while the other died.

Welcome to the closing set of Light Coral, where pearl will leave the shell, making it like a soul leaving a body: Emptiness of a coral, when light pass through it without its pearl!

 

****LIGHT CORAL******

 

Her hands scooped his spattered red head,

Full of blood, settling on her lap’s bed!

Once the standing lake, with no sound word,

Soon floated into an ominous raging flood!!

 

He vomited blood from mouth and ears,

Numbing down, she was shredding tears!

Dying, smiling, he was with his cutie;

Died, Sylvester in the lap of his “Tweety”!

 

Losing the sense, lowered her lashes,

Tickled tears, in his blood; splashes!

Flashback encapsulated her,

Reversing the flow of river..!

 

Final year, plans, hopes and untold truths,

Trio roam in the city, different skies; common roof!

Tweety, Minnie and Sylvester,

Were like, morrow, today and yester!

 

Sylvy as absolute as yesterday, the past;

No alteration, whichever role he did cast!

Minnie was the trending present,

Full of dilemma, and a bit dissent!!

And, totally uncertain, the gazing future,

Tweety, an ambivalent dream, and a wound’s suture!

 

One such day, Tweety sponsored a movie,

Then dinner, skeptically everything groovy!

Sylvy : “Aj itni danvir kaise? ;) “

Tweety: “Bas ek party ho jaise.. :P “

Ambiguity was sensed in her eyes,

Slvy, “You r not perspicacious, be wise.” !!

 

“I am leaving for Spain, forever..

Ant won’t be back, ever :( “

 

Listened; he was aghast,

Forgot when happiness did last!

Millions of queries crossed his oblivion mind,

Answer was absolute, bond was signed!

 

Time elapsed as slow sand,

Sleeking down the holding hand…

To hold, tighter he tried,

His soul, deeper it cried!!

 

Promising to be in touch pigeon flew,

Leaving him and her, to a world new !!

 

Holding her, he smiled; he was crying..

Holding him, she smiled; she was crying!!

 

She flew forward,

They returned backward!

One assumed it penance,

Other wondered the award!!

 

Minnie enquired, if he was fine,

And wished, “Now you are mine”!

Sylvy nodded; denying…

Sitting at divider; dying!!

 

Frequency of texts reduced,

As Tweety’s availability was refused!

Whenever he hugged solitude in balcony,

He espied her, subsiding all of his agony!!

 

Then drugs and alcohol came to the rescue..

To the solitary runner, on a way new!

Addiction pierced deeper and deeper,

Growing in him, like a lucky mistletoe creeper!

 

Minnie wanted him to be free,

As Tweety always remained carefree!

Minnie was always there for Slyvy,

Whenever he was high, with his ‘espy’!

 

Ironically, Sylvy saw Tweety in Minnie,

Whenever, drug encapsulated ninny!

So, when alcohol overpowered,

Heart rose, and brain lowered!!

 

Minnie wanted him to leave

His addiction; and not!

She saw him rolling in the deep,

And, hugging and loving her in that slot!!

 

 

Though unintentionally, he was hers,

Apparently; for a moment few,

Her wish used to come true!!

 

So, she wanted him to leave,

His addiction; and Not !

She saw him rolling in her world,

She saw him slipping in her cuddle!

 

Dosage increased, life decreased,

He was distorted, and was creased!

But, he was happy, he hugged his Tweety,

He was high, he kissed his lovely sweety!!

 

He was devastated, he was deteriorating,

He was destroying, he was creating…

Medicines became ineffective,

His organs went captive!!

 

So one day,

Ended the play..

 

Her hands scooped his spattered red head,

Full of blood, settling on her lap’s bed!

Once the standing lake, with no sound word,

Soon floated into an ominous raging flood!!

 

He vomited blood from mouth and ears,

Numbing down, she was shredding tears!

Dying, smiling, he was with his cutie;

Died, Sylvester in the lap of his “Minnie”! 

–Jerry Martin

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