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  • pallavi4 10h

    Yesterdays

    I often sit and reminisce
    The times of playfulness ,
    Of youth and fun and games
    Of laughter and carefree days .
    Those times of innocence
    With no malice or disdain ,
    I still look at the drops in a bid
    To see myself dancing in the rain,
    Just as I did as a child
    Devoid of guilt and shame .
    The panes on the window fog up slowly
    As though the rain were weeping in pain,
    It’s yesterday once more
    And I am left wanting to back .... again.

    @pallavi4

    Pic credit: Pinterest

    21st of February, 2020

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  • pallavi4 14h

    Why should one travel ?

    Should it be to discover
    New lands or new ways ?
    Or maybe it should simply
    Be about from it all getting away ...
    Perhaps to find a new people
    Or for nature prolong one’s stay —
    For life is too short to divide folk by
    The colour of their skins or how they pray.
    To find relief in a fast paced world
    And from daily troubles stray ...
    To not have a care in the world
    To hear the wind carry one’s name .
    From the mountains to the seas
    And watching children play
    Travel helps open the mind
    To new possibilities, that’s what they say.
    There’s more to travel than moving from a to b
    Whether organised travel or to simply lose one’s way
    Life is all about discovering something new
    So travel and turn gloomy days to months of May.

    @pallavi4

    21st of February, 2020

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  • phoenix_ablaze 19h

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    Sprinkle

    Twinkle, twinkle
    Rang the doorbell
    It’s my daily dose of sprinkle

    Birds chirp
    We will never know
    They come in the mornings with their warnings

    Twinkle, twinkle
    Urged the fairy
    It’s your daily dose of sprinkle

    Close your eyes darling
    Inhale this
    Do you feel the bliss?

    Burning my skin, orange bubbles
    Every day, the dose only doubles
    A split second, I only seem to have all the troubles

    Hidden under her quilt
    All I feel is guilt
    Lovely sprinkles, I can’t seem to accept

    Alone under the moonlight
    Birds nowhere to be heard, I’m left without a hint
    Of the orange kisses, I catch sight

    They burn into my skin
    Every night, one for every sin
    Leaving me a victim from within

    Twinkle, twinkle
    Rang my fickle fairy
    The daily spray of sprinkle

    Sprinkle, sprinkle
    Close your eyes
    It’ll only tickle.

    ©phoenix_ablaze

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  • pallavi4 19h

    Enveloped

    Stories of magic and the dark
    Had fascinated her forever
    And though it frightened her all the same
    Tales of the unknown she would seek howsoever.

    As it were a frightful coincidence
    An Afreet happened to chance upon her
    And on seeing the beauty of her face
    His whole existence before that turned into a blur .

    The Incunabula had in lucent terms
    Clearly laid out the rules for jinns
    No mortal was to be interfered with
    Unless they interfered first with them .

    His lovesick, foggy mind wouldn’t let
    An incunabula control his entire life
    He knew it the minute he first saw her
    He had to have her as his wife .

    Disobeying every rule ever made for him
    Defying all the rituals grave
    The cacoethes made him malleable to love
    He knew her soul he wouldn’t be able to save.

    She had an eerie feeling of being watched
    On that rawky day while walking home
    As the nacarat sky turned to dark she felt
    A darkness envelop her , completely entomb.

    Something seemed to touch her soul
    A figure in the darkness she could see
    The dusk obnubilated his form, she thought fascinated
    This can’t possibly be happening to me .

    It seemed he could read her every move
    Ensorcell her like nothing had before
    Enchanted she reached out for him
    And opened for him her home, her door.

    As she sat down once inside
    She felt something sit beside her
    Please show who you are , she begged , I want to lay
    My eyes upon the creature for whom my soul has stirred.

    Scared of being rejected, into the oblivion turned
    He dissipated the enchantment that obscured his face
    And felt a scared , shaky but bold hand
    His coarse features trying to trace .

    He held her for the longest time
    Ignoring the rules of her world and his own
    Knowing that their love would tear the fabric of time
    Stitch by stitch as it had been sewn .

    Comforted by the warmth of his embrace
    She shuddered from latent fear and the cold
    Suddenly everything seemed clear , why she had
    Had a fascination for all things supernatural and old.

    I cannot take you anywhere with me, he told her
    Unless I first possess your life, your soul
    Take what you want for it means little to me
    She said innocently with eyes big much like a foal .

    He took the soul she willingly offered
    To the cacoethes he finally caved
    She stood boldly, waiting for the love he had for her
    To collect her from her grave.

    Together they traversed the world
    Finally one, celebrating everyday like a feast
    The world would forever scratch their heads and wonder
    How on earth the beauty fell for that wretched beast .

    @pallavi4

    Words used from the list:
    1. Afreet - a powerful jinn
    2. Cacoethes - urge to do something inadvisable
    3. Ensorcell - to enchant or fascinate someone
    4. Incunabula- books printed before 1501
    5. Lucent - clearly expressed
    6. Nacarat - a bright orange- red colour
    7. Obnubilate - to darken, Dim or obscure something
    8. Rawky - foggy, damp, cold

    21st of February, 2020

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  • pallavi4 1d

    Music for me is ...
    A whisper of the wind
    A caress of a feather
    A flame igniting my soul
    A symphony of the seas
    A passionate embrace
    An axiom to the conundrum
    A careless walk in the clouds
    A paradox of juxtapositions
    A melding of minds
    An orchestra of emotions
    An anthem of a broken heart
    A melody I just cannot drown

    @pallavi4

    20th of February, 2020

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  • pallavi4 1d

    My submission for the ars poetica challenge.


    Using words as notes ,rhymes as melodies and emotions as tempo
    A poem is woven much like the writing of a music piece.
    It carries the weight off of the shoulders of the poet
    And washes over the reader like a wave crashing onto the shore
    Rendering an effect much like sand- some deposited , some washed away.
    Akin to music, poems create an atmosphere filled with a wealth of emotions —
    They can elevate one like smelling the ground after the rains
    They can depress and make one feel lonely and deprived
    They can motivate one enough to be able to scale mountains
    They can scare one like walking on a dark, gloomy, deserted street.

    A poet weaves a story out of his imagination
    An imagery - one of fantastical rhymes and realistic realities
    A poem has a world of its own, dancing to the beat of its own drum...
    A soundless whisper, the touch of a feather, a caress of the wind.
    Good Poetry is only as good as its reader - knowing who the reader is imperative
    If one is to write something remarkable, something that will stand the test of time.
    Otherwise the words would be akin to the pitter patter of raindrops on a window pane —
    Regrettably lost into oblivion and unrecoverable forever.

    Just like an arrow cannot be asked to return once let loose from the bow,
    The written word once published cannot be called to heel...
    It is therefore imperative that the poet be cautious about their poems —
    More than words, the intention behind them is invaluable,
    For they can either create feelings of immense , intense joy, bravery or charm —
    Or a pandemonium, a chaos - wreak a havoc among those who dare to read those written words ... such is the power of a poem.

    @pallavi4

    Pic credit:Pinterest

    20th of February,2020

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  • pallavi4 2d

    In life , good things come to pass.
    Is life worth the pain?
    Who’s worth it?

    @pallavi4

    Pic credit: Pinterest

    19th of February, 2020

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    In life, good things come to pass.
    Is life worth the pain?
    Who’s worth it?

    ©pallavi4

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  • pallavi4 2d

    Dear Music,

    This is letter of gratitude where I want to express my deepest heartfelt feelings of extreme dependence and love for you. It has been a long and difficult journey for you and I know that it could not have been easy.

    Thank you for filling my days with bright sunshine, with smiles and laughter. I can unashamedly say that I have often  danced to your tunes and fallen in love with your fellow lyrics ! For all those peppy happy chirpy songs I thank you.

    I want to say thank you for staying with me  and consoling me on days that were dark and gloomy. Those hours that I needed you, you were there and how ! It was a great comfort knowing that I always had you around .

    My childhood memories are incomplete without you. To pop, rock, jazz, RnB, country, classics, opera – I owe a lifetime of support , trust and friendship.  You’ve given me strength, courage, laughter and so much more.
    Please continue to stay with me and grace my life with your presence.

    Thanking  you !
    –  Pallavi

    @pallavi4
    Pic credit : Pinterest

    19th of February, 2020


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  • pallavi4 2d

    Poetry is the lament of broken hearts.
    Should we let heartbreaks happen?
    What is it worth?

    @pallavi4

    Pic credit: Pinterest

    19th of February, 2020

    #writerstolli @writersnetwork #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity #tod_wt

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    Poetry is the lament of broken hearts.
    Should we let heartbreaks happen?
    What is it worth?

    ©pallavi4

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  • phoenix_ablaze 3d

    #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #writersnetwork #poetry #bird #devil #pearl

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    Clueless Bird

    The moon dies
    It’s a beautiful sunrise
    His wings unfurl
    Exposing in his chest a beating pearl

    The skies cry
    Now the devils fly
    Around a clueless bird
    Through tear’s, his vision is blurred

    Be down with it
    Shrieked one greedy devil
    Around my throat, that pearl let it be
    Bring him forth, a frail chest I shall slit

    An exquisite feathered bracelet upon my wrist
    Be down with it
    Screeched one handsome prince
    For gods and frauds shan’t coexist

    So down it went
    Gone was the life ahead it hadn’t spent
    That frail chest was neatly slit
    Beautiful feathers quietly plucked.

    ©phoenix_ablaze

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  • pallavi4 3d

    Her

    We met and hated each other
    Instantly some 18 years ago ,
    Today we are inseparable —
    Best friends , far away from being foes.
    Her silences are a perfect foil
    For my moody, volatile ways ,
    I bounce back instantly from fights
    Where as she can sulk for days.
    She has to literally drag me
    To take me anywhere outside,
    My inability to let go and control issues
    Bewilder her sometimes .
    Her articulate ability to read people
    Her resourcefulness in helping me save a dime ,
    Her truthfulness sometimes stings
    But proves to be good advice over time.
    Unified in our protectiveness of each other
    We bond over our mutual love for tea,
    Always a unit and strong together
    We bond over shopping sprees.
    Inspite of how different and
    Complete opposites we may be ,
    Our grounded upbringing binds us together—
    Like a sister she is to me .
    Time always seems to fly incredibly fast
    No matter how much time we spend together ,
    No matter where in the world we reside
    To each other we are forever tethered.

    @pallavi4

    The only friend who really matters is the one who stays with you when everyone has left your side. This is a small ode to my best friend Neha and our amazing bond .

    Pic credit : Pinterest

    18th of February, 2020

    #pica_feeling_friends #her #best_friend #bff
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  • pallavi4 3d

    Numb

    I feel numb
    Indifferent and detached —
    Quietened and suppressed.
    A feeling of
    Casual aloofness wafts over me.
    I feel numb
    Lethargic and disinterested —
    Paralysed and dazed .
    A feeling of
    Extreme callousness engulfs me.
    I feel numb
    Listless and remote —
    Dazed and unconcerned.
    A feeling of
    Frozen incuriosity reigns
    Over me now.

    @pallavi4

    18th of February, 2020

    Pic credit: Pinterest

    #numb #writerstolli @writersnetwork #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @cees_reposts

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    Numb

    I feel numb
    Indifferent and detached —
    Quietened and suppressed.
    A feeling of
    Casual aloofness wafts over me.
    I feel numb
    Lethargic and disinterested —
    Paralysed and dazed .
    A feeling of
    Extreme callousness engulfs me.
    I feel numb
    Listless and remote —
    Dazed and unconcerned.
    A feeling of
    Frozen incuriosity reigns
    Over me now.

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  • pallavi4 3d

    18th of February, 2020

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    Somewhere are the
    fragments of my broken heart
    now scattered by the wind
    all in an attempt
    to find you .... again

    ©pallavi4

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  • pallavi4 3d

    Mon Amour

    Allo depuis l’autre cote mon amour
    Did I wake you up unexpectedly?
    Were you in the arms of slumber deep?
    Were you dreaming of us mon amour?
    Maybe I should have left you alone to sleep.
    To the lake let us wander today for C’est la vie
    Where weeping willows weep
    Drown we will in each other’s eyes
    Sitting by the waters deep.
    Saunter to the country side we shall
    In the fields of daffodils sweet
    Chase we will the blue of the sky
    And find the horizon where heavens meet.
    Wander we will to the hills that agrave; couper le souffle
    Where clouds kiss the slopes steep
    Find we will bluebirds that sing
    Le temps passé in our bones let the cold air seep .
    Would you rather not lose the way in the fields, the hills
    Instead find it laying by the fire next to me
    For mon la vie est belle around you mon amour...
    In your amour sans fin is all the adventures I need .
    @pallavi4

    The 6 French phrases used from the list:

    1. Allo depuis l’autre cote - hello from the other side
    2. C’est la vie - that’s life
    3. agrave; couper le souffle - take your breath away
    4. la vie est belle - life is beautiful
    5. amour sans fin - never ending love
    6. Le temps passé - time flies
    And
    Mon amour - my love

    Pic credit : Pinterest, Joe Bowler , 1928

    18th of February, 2020

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  • pallavi4 4d

    #pica_feeling_baddays #anger #angry
    #writerstolli @writersnetwork #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity

    17th of February, 2020

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    Anger

    It takes a lot of make me extremely angry
    To me it’s just a loss of precious energy

    But there are times one cannot help
    Shout, scream, cry or yell

    In those times I look for a cold glass of milk
    Or brushing my dog till his fur gleams like Chinese silk

    In times of anger , frustration and despair
    Writing poetry often helps my mind repair

    To get away from it all I’ll be found driving all alone
    Or arranging the scores of shoes I regrettably own

    Cold showers help in cooling off from a really bad fight
    Crying and howling also internally set things right

    Often quiet contemplation helps even the score
    These are the things that help make me happy once more.

    ©pallavi4

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  • pallavi4 4d

    My poem is an anthropomorphic account of a candle — she thinks of herself as the girl her owner loves. It is an account of her affection for him while highlighting her human traits like emotions, pride , fear, anguish , love and hopelessness . It is her last day today and she has to let go of both her life and her love.... my poem is the account of her last day , while still “alive”.

    17th of February, 2020

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    Pensive

    He looked for me today as he does daily
    At the end of every morn —
    Today is to be the last of my life you see
    Come tomorrow he shall see me gone.

    He would take me everywhere with him
    Fond he was of me right from the start ,
    Don’t fall for momentary affection I had been told
    His pensiveness has been mastered down to an art.

    A lovely lean frame I had maintained
    Snow white like his favourite bed sheet...
    I was the light of his life since the day we met
    Everyday since then, he looked to me for company.

    I am drawing my last breaths today
    And I am anything but torn , for
    I did see all the delights of life
    From a lovely ball to seeing him snore.

    I wonder why pensive he looks today
    Lost in thought, sitting next to me,
    Furiously writing in his diary
    Grave and somber as he’ll ever be.

    Saying goodbye must be tough for him
    A pained expression on his face I can see
    I release you from any bonds I tell him
    Like myself today , I set you free.

    This much I can do for the one I love
    I think to myself while crying - tears of joy and pain,
    Slowly as I feel my eyes getting weary
    I close them painfully, never to see him again .

    ©pallavi4

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  • rastache 5d

    #mirakeeworld #relationship #mirakee #writers #lovewriting #poetry #poetrycommunity #pod #dreamers #readwriteunite #lovequotes #wds #dull #writersnotes #wordoftheday #wesupport #get_repost #poetrydelivery #writersofmirakee #thepoetrycommunity #writerstolli
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    @mirakee #life #inspiration #poetry #diary #love

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    Imminent Lover

    A journey through the dense woods of shadow,
    the path that leads towards the breaking of a new dawn.
    Where the water breaks through the cold stone shore,
    leading my heart towards a soul that's always craving more.

    Your love was all that I was fighting for,
    even though our paths were inevitably falling.
    Our lips craved the nectar of forbidden fruit,
    As our minds remained lost and never understood.

    A burning touch that left prints within my soul
    Those bruises that will always be a reminder of us
    The passion that use to flow viciously through my veins
    Fall away like ashes as only empty memories remain.

    I wish that I could've been more to you now.
    Be the person that always had your best interests at heart,
    not within this triangle and you being nothing more than my paramour...
    and me, tearing two blinded hearts apart.

    Trying to find the light through the darkness of the woods.
    I crave nothing more to find that hand reaching towards me.
    Ever protecting my fire that's raging within my soul,
    Never force it to be chained and under control.

    My none existent lover,
    Please hear my cries calling you.
    Let my voice lead you towards a heart that's pure and true.
    Please be the vision of my dreams so carefully revealed,
    where our hearts are bound as one
    in love,
    within an eternity of passion concealed.
    ©rastache

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  • pallavi4 5d

    Relinquish

    I’m unable to shake off ,
    Unable to let go of
    The feeling of you
    Being here, near me —
    Close to me .
    Your essence fills my mind
    My heart , my soul.
    I return again and again
    To this same spot
    By the sea , to try and
    Capture you in paint
    In the hopes of feeling
    Close to you again .
    Every time I do , I’m transported
    Back to the feeling I had ,
    A feeling of being whole ....
    The last time we were together .

    @pallavi4

    16th of February, 2020

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  • pallavi4 5d

    Passions Ablaze

    Once upon a time on a midnight dreary
    He finally found a reason to smile,
    The evening was planned , no longer felt weary
    And home was just another mile.

    He parked out front and whistled a tune
    Carried a brown parcel under his arm,
    There was a spring in his step as he bound up
    And turned off the house alarm .

    She must be asleep he thought
    For the house was like a pitch black sea—
    I must be as quiet as I can
    Her slumber is very precious to me.

    He opened the present he’d bought for her
    Pleased with its size and shape,
    He handled it with great care and gentleness
    To his precise instructions it had been made.

    Placing it gently he looked for the rake
    To light the brick fireplace,
    Thought light he would a fire so warm
    No cold this night would his lady face.

    The fireplace came to life with a spark
    Grateful for the given life,
    She must feel the warmth and feel no chill
    I owe , he thought , this much to my wife.

    Placed by the lit embers lay her present
    Just like he'd planned for so long —
    He wanted the present to present itself
    Perfectly with a timed alarm.

    He moved quietly with one last look at her
    Not willing to wake her sleeping form,
    Walk he did to the car out front
    And drove soundlessly in the snow storm .

    Two mins later , after he had left
    The house lit up like a Christmas tree,
    It boomed, it crackled and shone in the night
    And woke up the whole street .

    I did shock the life out of her, he thought
    Seeing the burning house, he grinned from ear to ear,
    She always complained I planned no surprises for her
    Hope I thrilled her with my gift this year !

    ©pallavi4

    Pic credit: Pinterest , burning fireplace by Valentyna_Smordova

    16th of February, 2020

    (Reposted from 5th of May, 2019)

    #fairytale #pod #mirakee @mirakee #writersnetwork @writersnetwork #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #poetry #writerstolli

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  • pallavi4 1w

    If love could be a sensory emotion
    What would it choose to be ?
    Would it choose to dwell
    In the sight of a lover....
    And be seen for all it’s qualities ?
    Would it choose to be tasted ,
    Remembered as a kiss
    Like sweet nectarines?
    Or maybe love would be
    Better off heard
    As a ballad , a tune, a melody .
    It could choose to be
    Savoured as a lasting,
    Lingering odour sweet ....
    Or would it prefer being
    Remembered in the caresses ,
    In the touches and the feels ?
    So If love could be a sensory emotion
    What would it choose to be ?
    Love would be the one that
    Encompasses one and all
    Without even making it
    A very big feat .

    @pallavi4

    15th of February, 2020

    Pic credit: Pinterest , masters of the spirit world - engaging in manifestation

    (Reposted from 1st of Dec , 2018)

    #imagery_wt #cees_reposts @writersnetwork #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #writerstolli #pod #writerscommunity

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    Love

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