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  • pallavi4 14h

    Truth

    Maybe we don’t write
    For other people to read
    And appreciate......
    Maybe poetry is a way of
    Listening to oneself and
    One’s incomplete stories
    By putting them down on paper.
    That incomplete melody
    Buried deep inside flows
    Into the words, the metaphors
    Like tracing the rim of a glass
    Half filled with water -
    Waiting for it to resonate ....
    Every sound, every vibration
    Gets amplified the minute
    It is felt by a poet.
    To be able to deduce the
    Happenings of daily life,
    People and emotions into
    Prose and poetic verses
    Is the ability of a great writer
    And likewise of great poetry .
    Maybe one writes not to only
    Express oneself but to be
    Heard in a soundless room ,
    To be felt , to be touched
    And in turn touch others
    In ways only a poet can .
    Prose may not seem much
    But it is the lament of
    Broken hearts, unfulfilled promises
    Undiscovered dreams
    Universal truths and judgements.
    Maybe poets write to sum up
    And decide within the lines of text
    How to break free from the
    Seemingly chained up life
    And free oneself from bonds.
    If poetry is a form of expression
    Then a poet is a magician.

    @pallavi4

    16th of April, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- “Once upon a time” by Elizabeth on earth

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  • pallavi4 18h

    Where are you from ?

    In the midst of thick green jungles
    In a city surrounded by waterfalls
    Where the fresh mountain air is dominant
    Not galvanised skyscrapers and buildings tall

    Where lush greens wave in the fields
    And the summer rains cool the earth
    Where the rainfall lasts several months
    And nightingales are not in dearth

    Infested by local terrorists is this paradise
    Who take advantage of the dense wilderness
    And create a nuisance for the general public
    Jolting all out of a slumberous tenderness

    Depicted as a country stricken by poverty
    One of snake charmers and rogue cattle
    I hail from a land rich in tradition and heritage
    That leave outsiders completely baffled

    A nation that boasts of diverse cultures
    Coexisting, living and thriving as one
    Where the language changes every few kilometres
    Modernity breathes life into the humdrum

    Known for its incredible architecture
    And hardworking, brilliant minds
    Spice and tea gardens that flourish
    Where one is welcomed with a warm namaste and a smile

    Delectable food and colourful festivals
    That celebrate life and spirituality everyday
    I hail from a place where generations live
    Together as a unit that does not fray

    Plagued by pollution caused by a massive populace
    Who make it difficult for the infrastructure to keep pace
    India is my where my beautiful home is
    In the whole world- my favourite place

    @pallavi4

    16th of April, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- “Follow Me” series by Murad Osmann

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  • pallavi4 1d

    What good is a day

    What good is a day in which
    One’s imagination cannot soar
    Where radical ideas can’t grow a pair of wings
    And rush hurriedly out of the door

    What good is a day that does not
    Melt into a brilliantly lit twilight
    That does not go from dawn to dusk
    Celebrating the advent of the night

    What good is a day that cannot
    Bring renewed energy and new hope
    That pulls one out of a slump
    That helps one not to mope

    What good is a day that is not blessed
    With a beginning, a middle and an end
    Where you don’t discover a new take on things
    And feel you’ve gone around the bend

    What good is a day that doesn’t shadow
    The eventualities of the past
    Helps forge a new and bright future
    To make your own ventures and paths

    What good is a day that does not know
    It’s value to the mindless multitude
    That dares to journey where only eagles dare
    Steadfast and with great fortitude

    What good is a day unless it holds the key
    To the locked hours of the day
    Where moments that melt one’s heart rein
    And life eventually finds sculptures made of clay

    @pallavi4

    16th of April, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

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  • pallavi4 1d

    Twisted

    She’d always been a sickly child
    Right from the very start
    Something was twisted inside of her
    People suspected something was wrong with her heart
    Her mother would fuss a lot
    Caring and taking care of all her needs
    With medication and doctors aplenty
    Administering her story book reads

    She’d go out to play with her friends
    And after a little while start feeling faint
    Something was twisted inside of her
    A grim picture of health she would paint
    In the evening she would be too unwell
    To sit with the family at the dinner table
    She would spend her time throwing up
    Always nauseous and always unstable

    In no condition to attend school like the other kids
    Her mother was her entire world
    But something remained twisted inside of her
    That refused to let her be just another girl
    Her mother would feed her food and medicines
    Slowly watch her slurp the hot soup
    No matter how many drugs were given to her
    She always had to be kept protectively cooped

    Somehow she dragged on till she reached fifteen
    People would tell her ma how sorry they felt
    That something was twisted inside of her
    How they were sad they couldn’t be of help
    Her mother would weep, be comforted
    And then go back to attending to the sick
    People would rally around her mother
    Who tried to make her better using every trick

    And then one day after being unwell for a while
    She finally died and was at peace
    Something no longer was twisted inside of her
    Her soul at last found the much needed release
    At her funeral her mother was inconsolable
    Her father serious and heartbroken
    He’d discovered a nurse who had suspected
    His wife and left a note as a horrifying token

    The following week her mother was arrested
    For having kept her daughter perpetually ill
    For that something that had been twisted inside of her
    She refused to go quietly until
    She was shown how she’d fed poison slowly
    To her unsuspecting, trusting little girl
    Ruled a homicide she was thrown in jail for life
    Her nasty mind finally to the world unfurled

    A dark place is the mind of a mother who manages
    To twist something inside of her own child
    Just so that more attention can be drawn
    To herself and more sympathy derived
    Labelled a mental illness it survives
    In parents who outwardly look loving and upright
    Munchausen by proxy is a disease that takes
    The life of an innocent and naive child

    @pallavi4

    15th of April, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- By Igor Morski

    Post Script:
    Munchausen by proxy is a mental illness in which a person acts as if an individual he or she is caring for has a physical or mental illness when the person is not really sick. Often the victim is made to look sick by the person in order to gain attention and sympathy. As a result, they do real harm to their children in order to fabricate symptoms.
    Munchausen by proxy is a serious mental condition that should be reported in order to stop the person from being a caregiver to a child who naively accepts the help thinking of it as love and affection.

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  • pallavi4 2d

    Remains

    No rose is born without thorny stems
    Yet no one measures them on that score
    Your refusal to see the light in me
    Leaves me aloof alone and sore

    Like a massive but broken liner
    Sinking down to the ocean floor
    Your indifference drags me like an anchor
    Never to sail and forever remain ashore

    Come hail come storm and years go by
    Time does ebb and flow
    Winters give way to summer suns
    But your heart remains shroud and cold

    It takes a wise man to know their own
    Tales of lore have foretold
    That day when you accept my flaws, my faults
    Is masked, disguised, obscured

    Broken trust is like that tea cup that broke
    You may choose to fix broken lines with gold
    Folklore says breaks history with them bring
    For me once broken is never again whole

    Some stories are not meant to be
    Sold as a book from door to door
    They are meant to live inside shut window panes
    Unseen, unspoken and remain untold

    @pallavi4

    14th of April, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

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  • pallavi4 2d

    Time’s Up

    Every time you look at me
    With a sly look in your eyes
    Every time you think it a done thing
    To brush a leg against my thigh
    Every time you casually drape an arm
    Around my shoulders and think it alright
    Every time you make a pass at me
    The moment your wife’s out of sight

    Every time you promote another woman
    Thanks to favours that you expect
    Every time you demote my status
    The moment your advances I reject
    Every time you treat me like I’m incompetent
    Just because I said a firm ‘no’ to you
    Every time you talk inappropriately to me
    At a workplace event after a drink or two

    Every time you’ve sent me suggestive texts
    And emails in the middle of the night
    Every time you’ve forced meetings on me
    Inspite of me putting up a fierce fight
    Every time I’ve been embarrassed
    Thanks to the lewd jokes you crack
    Every time your hand ‘accidentally’
    Wanders to the small of my back

    Every time you’ve left unwanted
    Gifts on my office table
    Every time you created a hostile environment
    And then suggested I was mentally unstable
    This time is certainly not that time
    When I will be silenced and shut up
    This time you’ll pay for your misdemeanour
    Know that this time your time here is up

    @pallavi4

    14th of April, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner - “The Calling” by Tahlia Stanton (gallery collection)

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  • pallavi4 3d

    Recipe for getting through a panic attack

    1 tbsp of a day where everything seems fine
    5 tbsp of the perception of a threat or stress
    2 tbsp of a racing brain
    7 tsp of the anticipation of exposure to certain situations again
    3 tsp of the situations becoming triggers or bane

    After Simmering for 5 mins on low heat, add

    2 tbsp of a feeling of intense fear and anxiety
    1 tbsp of discomfort and chest pains
    1 tbsp of feeling unsteady, lightheaded and faint
    1 tsp of the feeling of unreality and detachment from self
    1 tsp of numbness, palpitations and pounding heart
    2 tbsp of feeling a shortness of breath and smothering
    1 tbsp of trembling, shaking and sweating
    1 tbsp of choking and fear of losing control
    1 tbsp of severe nausea
    1 tbsp of feeling like dying and going crazy
    1 tsp of everything going hazy

    During these 10-20 mins try adding the below given list for improving the recipe .....

    5tbsp of deep and mindful breathing
    2 tbsp of becoming aware of your body
    2 tbsp of progressive muscle relaxation
    2 tbsp of thinking calming thoughts/ visualisation
    1 tsp of anti depressant/ anti anxiety medication

    Stir and remove from stressful situation
    Once simmering ends, serve immediately
    (Avoid further stress triggers and anxiety)

    @pallavi4

    13th of April, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- No 69 by amoc777 on deviant art

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  • pallavi4 4d

    Fate

    He sat alone on the bench in the park
    And wiped away a tear slowly
    He was tired of being made to feel
    Outcast, unwanted and lowly

    The other children would pick at him
    Call him names and poke fun
    “You are the child of a whore
    Stop pretending your mother’s a nun”

    His mother was a gentle creature
    Who loved him very dearly
    But was unable to bring herself to tell him
    Who towards him was meant to be fatherly

    He’s always assumed that his dad had died
    Maybe he had left when he was born
    Maybe that’s why when he asked about
    His whereabouts his mother would look forlorn

    He never told her how he was teased
    What the other kids said about her
    Whatever she was, he loved her profoundly
    All the while being treated by others like a cur

    He ambled home staring at the floor
    Unlocked the door and announced he was home
    His mother happily walked towards him
    Other than dog they were all alone

    “Did someone beat you son” she asked
    Examining his black and blue left eye
    “Why don’t you tell me what is wrong”
    Looking teary waited for his reply

    “Why can’t you tell me who he was?
    Why is he no where to be seen ?
    Am I to spend a lifetime wondering who
    My father must have been ?”

    “He was a wanderer, a philosopher
    He was the love and light of my life
    The only reason I’ve never told you about him
    Is because I was never his wife”.

    “Our love was strong but never meant to be
    A bridge that we could cross together
    He came, he stayed and then he left
    Like the restless unpredictable weather”

    “So I am exactly who they say I am
    I am a bastard, I am a fatherless child
    I am destined to be forever condemned
    Just because you let yourself be defiled”

    She slapped him hard across the face
    Then sat down and began to weep
    She could not turn the wheels of fate
    Both their wounds were far too deep

    He, ashamed of the way he had behaved
    Apologised and embraced her tight
    He vowed he would not be like his father
    No matter what he would protect her with all his might .

    @pallavi4

    12th of April, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

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  • pallavi4 4d

    Gift

    A decade flashed by in the blink
    Of an eye while I
    Pretended not to be in pain
    For people could not see
    The wounds inflicted by your
    Mean, unkind words
    That cut through me like a sword
    Each and every day
    While I , I unknowingly, unwittingly
    Clung to you hoping
    To one day, find soothing hands .
    Years later now that you are gone
    I know that it is your gift to me
    The greatest one could ever give to another
    The gift of freedom
    From the pain and from you.

    @pallavi4

    12th of April, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- Hannah on Flickr

    Reposted from 27th of July, 2018

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  • pallavi4 5d

    Unafraid

    No I am not afraid
    Of my own shadow anymore
    I face the sun and feel it’s warmth
    Run with the wind behind me, in tow .
    The lush green grass beneath my feet
    That grows free and wild
    The river I can hear trip and fall
    Flow leisurely , slip and slide .

    No I am not bound
    By the rules made for me by others
    I am the master of my own kingdom
    Not some fire you can quickly smother.
    I sprint under the clear blue sky
    Unconditionally, uncontrollably unconfined
    The little birds chase me in hoards
    While I live within a boundary undefined.

    No I am not yours
    To move around like a chess piece
    I feel my hair billowing carefree
    I am finally at peace and feel at ease.
    The clouds that pursue the sunshine
    Are my compatriots in the elusive midst
    This my small world of happiness
    This is my day in a gist.

    @pallavi4

    11th of April, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

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