Peaceful as the quiet mountains Calm like a clear blue sky Serene like the face of a yogi Placid like still waters of the lake nearby Collected as a composed mother Unfazed as an English countryside Cool as the repose of dew drops Patient like the trees that in a forest hide Quiet as a gently tumbling stream Restful like the earth is after a heavy rainfall Tranquil as one is in the lap of nature Soothing like a blanket is comforting for all
When life brings on troubles That make it hard to carry on When the heart breaks into pieces And it turns broodingly forlorn When close friends abandon you And you fear you’ll never be heard When tears form a never ending stream Feelings slowly take the form of words When the world begins to spin out of control And existence comes to a halt with a screech When fear, loss, neglect, betrayals take centre stage And happiness seems to be out of reach When life stands on the edge of a knife Slicing hope and pushing one to their lowest Then finding comfort in inking pain on reams Eventually everyone becomes a poet
I conceal a battlefield inside And angst that slowly turns into anger Along with the simmering bubbles of tension That push one over the level of danger An incensed infuriation inwardly resides Below the peaceful, placid facade I hide The fury and incessant irritation I constantly feel inside Tranquil and quiet, outwardly serene I supposedly never see raging red People don’t ever get to witness The raging tempest in my head The innate irate temper That defines who I really am Gets perceived as subdued submission, Rationality and pacific calm The incandescent , seething frenzy Turns into vexed, exasperated indignation The fuming ranting and raving Changes into resentment on provocation There is a monster inside my head That changes the course of my normality Within the confines of the dungeon inside me Rarely reflecting externally the reality of my personality
Most people are spell bound By your vivid blues fair They gawk at your vastness Marvel at you with stares . Your grandiose, your enormity, Changes expressions seamlessly They peer at your varying moods, Chameleon like colour swapping ability . Obsessed with your lusciousness at dusk Mesmerised by your ever shifting temperament Grateful for a lifetime of sunrises and sunsets I exist under your expansive firmament
Something was strange today. The cold breeze brushing past my face had numbed my senses. The floor beneath my feet seemed to be cold and clammy.
I moved stealthily towards the bedroom on the first floor of the quiet house. He hadn’t noticed me standing near the dinning table laying out dinner. He had simply unlocked the house and quickly bound up the stairs for the first time without flinging his laptop bag near the front door. There was no “honey I’m home” today. Something was definitely amiss.
Only when I switched on the lights of the corridor at the top of the stairs, I noticed the droplets of blood forming an unmistakable trail till the bedroom door. What could’ve possibly happened ? I was drenched with sweat and awash with fear. Was he hurt ? Had he hurt someone? There was no way to know other than to ask him. Maybe he would simply tell me himself. Offer some sort of explanation. I slowly opened the bedroom door and stood there in the doorway, listening to the shower stop and the curtain being pulled to one side. The trail had followed his path till the bathroom door, which was shut. A sudden terror clutched my heart. Oh god please let him not have hurt someone , I prayed .
He walked out of the bathroom wearing a robe and with a towel in his hand, rubbing his hair which was wet from the shower. The laptop bag I noticed had been flung outside on the table beside the bathroom . It had a blood stained handprint on it. He however was extremely nonchalant. He greeted me with a wink and a smile and kissed my forehead. Then while whistling, he began to get dressed. There was no mention of the blood. Not a word.
I was both shaken and stirred. So many questions were in my mind but refused to form words . Jittery I turned on my heel and walked downstairs . The nagging questions about the drops of blood on the floor and the laptop bag refused to leave my head. As I finished laying the table and the dinner, cheerfully he bounded down the stairs and sat down to eat, talking about his day and work . I on the other hand was completely lost in my own thoughts and oblivious to what he was saying . We finished eating , washed up and headed to sleep.
As I slipped into the warmth of the blankets , the storm inside came to a head and my thoughts refused to stop pacing. He on the other hand quietly got in on his side, picked up the book by his bed and began reading . As though nothing had happened. Should I be scared? What was he hiding ? Whose blood was that because he seemed to be unhurt? What should I do?
Scared of the man I’d married just a couple of months back, I fell asleep unsteadily and dreamt of deers being chased and hunted. There was blood everywhere in my sordid dream and a strange end to an even stranger evening.
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 Protectively 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 , forever 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 was asked to be kept 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 managed to dig up her medical records And was left with 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
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.