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  • pallavi4 1d

    Serene

    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

    @pallavi4

    27th of October, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful

    #wod #simile #serene #nature @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • pallavi4 2d

    Poetry

    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

    @pallavi4

    26th of October, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner - Watercolour feather quill pen and inkwell by Wallasso

    #wod #end #poetry #poets #poet @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • pallavi4 2d

    Rage

    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

    @pallavi4

    25th of October, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner, “Small deep red, orange, black and grey squared abstract“ by Jean Soyer

    #wod #battlefield #metaphor #red #anger #rage #colour @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • pallavi4 4d

    Torn

    You were the air in my lungs
    You were the love of my life
    You slowly encompassed all of me
    And became a thorn in my side

    I killed the very essence of me
    While trying to become someone you wanted
    You lauded every drop that I lost of me
    Took advantage of my trust and for granted

    In changing into someone completely different
    From who I really was inside
    The will to get up everyday slowly faded
    The lust for life I had , died

    Everyday you cut me up in pieces
    With your tongue like a razor sharp knife
    With cruel words that you never minced
    Changed the course of my life

    I stopped seeing the mirror to see myself
    Saw myself only through your eyes
    I was weak like a helpless plant and when
    I protested there was no one to hear my cries

    Lacerated by the gashes you made
    Stripping me slowly of my soul
    I lost track of who I was in the woods of mistrust
    Strayed far away from my aims and goals

    I was unable to protest while you stood proudly
    Glad with the wreck I had become
    I was left with no friends to call my own
    I was now a stranger to everyone

    My emotional dependence on you hurt me
    Just like my broken spirit I put aside
    You went on with your life like nothing was wrong
    Wove a complex web of lies

    The hand that was extended in the midst of pain
    Was a friend I had lost thanks you , long ago
    She pulled me out the quicksand you’d placed me in
    And then refused to of me let go

    A sad story like ours needs no epilogue
    Know that I don’t feel shame or guilt alike
    And I no longer feel like the rose you cut up
    Just so you could feel good inside

    @pallavi4

    23rd of October, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner - “Rose blindfolded“

    #epiloguec #epilogue #torn #love_gone_sour #love_poems #love #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • pallavi4 1w

    Entranced

    Dear Sky,

    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

    Pallavi

    @pallavi4

    22nd of October, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- “Bats at Dusk”

    Thank you so much for the repost guys 😘
    @writersnetwork !

    #wod #postcard #mostpeoplec #sky #ode #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill #pallavi_wnreposts

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  • pallavi4 1w

    Feather

    I was a flitty flighty feather
    Flying away in the wind
    No dust nor storm was strong enough
    To make my wild ways bend

    It was a luxurious life
    One with nothing to contend
    A freedom feigned- I lived a lie
    It was easier to pretend

    Than to admit a lonely life I was living
    With no special occasions to apprehend
    The ability to stay the course
    Gradually I had transcend

    And became a beauteous blunder
    Too afraid to my ways amend
    Then one day while I was floating
    You came along like a gust of wind

    You were unwilling to let me flit
    Or play along and pretend
    Caught up in your whirlwind I forgot
    My incessant ability to self defend

    You wrapped me up in a blanket
    Of loving warmth that gradually distend
    To provide me with the gust I needed
    Under my wings to help me ascend

    Slowly as I began to trust you
    You became so much more than a friend
    And the flitty flighty feather became
    Tame and content in the end

    @pallavi4

    21st of October, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner - Wendy Manzo

    #wod #feather #love_poems #love #ode #metaphorical_poems #metaphors #single_life #romance @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • pallavi4 1w

    Shaken

    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.

    @pallavi4

    20th of October, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

    #stormc #storm #stories #scared #blood #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • pallavi4 1w

    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
    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.

    @pallavi4

    20th of October, 2021

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

    #wod #refrain #mental_disease #Munchausen_by_proxy #stories_in_poems #mental_health #harm #death #scary @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • pallavi4 1w

    Dead

    I must be dead, I think I am at the end
    Lying prostrate in a pool of blood
    The last thing I remember is falling
    Down the stairs, landing with a loud thud

    I think I’m dead, everything around me is peaceful
    While I’m lying in the middle of a crime scene
    There seems to be no one
    In the house anywhere to be seen

    I should be dead, I wonder realising
    I must’ve hit my head on the hardwood floor
    All my bones feel badly broken and
    I can’t feel one side of my face anymore

    I could be dead, I struggle to stand up
    Unable to see clearly in the dark
    Wondering is this where my soul
    On a new journey shall embark?

    I may be dead, the struggle between us
    At the top of the stairs I remember
    I recall the unfired Glock in his hand
    Recollect the fireplace and its dying embers

    I can be dead, the fight had ensued after I’d
    Talked about his cheating with my friend
    Would a shallow man’s infidelity be
    The reason for my untimely end ?

    I’m definitely dead, I painfully try and
    Take one step at a time
    I discover that his body
    Had been lying right next to mine

    I’m imagining myself dead, he seems to have no pulse
    I can feel the blood still oozing from his head
    Shockingly I know now that
    To his death he seems to have bled

    I ought to have been dead, there is no cut nor wound on me
    Although my whole body is painfully sore
    How come I’m still standing and not
    Being made to walk through heavens doors?

    I can’t be dead, the blood was his and not mine
    I could kick myself for being so naive
    He might not be but today
    The gift of rebirth I have received

    I am not dead, with his death love for me
    Has ended like a bittersweet song
    I thought love would last forever
    Evidently I was wrong

    @pallavi4

    19th of October, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- “Dark Beauty” by Paulina Siwiec

    #wod #end #onec #writersbay @writersbay #stories_in_poems #accident #death #dead #dark_humour #love_gone_sour @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • pallavi4 1w

    Message in a bottle

    Her eyes look like unheard stories
    Trapped, messy and entangled
    Undiscovered gems in a far away quarry
    Lying dormant, scarred and mangled

    The rain is falling, pitter pattering it’s way
    Like the tired tears falling from her eyes
    The fatigued sun is slowly drowning today
    Draped in a cloak of sorrowful disguise

    Your smile is a lie, it shelters a violent storm
    Brewing, only to rage through the turbulent night
    Why are you so distant and tragically forlorn ?
    Unwilling to harness the wind to aid your flight ?

    When flowers bloom at the dawn of dusk
    Dreary, haggard and soiled
    Covered in thorns and hardened husks
    Then every attempt at happiness is futile and foiled

    Two lovers found a bottle with a letter floating
    Bearing a message for a girl with violet eyes
    Is it you it speaks of, caring and doting
    Praising your gentle heart to the skies ?

    What transpired and broke your heart in two ?
    Is that why your eyes are constantly filled with tears ?
    This wandering bottle seems to calling to you
    It is time to finally set aside your fears

    @pallavi4

    18th of October, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

    Prompts used:
    A. Her eyes look like unheard stories
    B. The rain is falling
    C. Two lovers found a
    D. Your smile is a lie
    E. When flowers bloom at

    Thank you @miraquill for EC 🥰

    #wod #start #bottle #message_in_a_bottle #message @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill #pallavi_editors_choice

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