Veritia Venandi

Veritia Venandi Jul 2020

Enigma!

Someone stirs and moves, inside of the four walls...
Someone young and fragile...!

The wind rustles against the window to peep, but with no avail...
The rain pours wild, knocking the door, but without an answer...!

Once or twice a voice laughs...
Once or twice a voice cries...
And then silence takes over again!

How the mortar radiates forbidden stories for unborn hours of time to carry...
How the shadows collect terrible secrets for the melody of the night to tary...

Something was amiss here... Something unknown...

And one stormy night finally...
The lightning discovered...

"SHE" was the Enigma...!
~Venandi

How well do we know each other? Very often we know... But fail to understand... We all in one way or the other is an enigma... Difficult to be fully comprehended.
Just wanted to leave you with this thought!
Thank u so much for reading... ❤

#mystery #understanding #she

Veritia Venandi Jul 2020

Burgundy!

The roses of my garden were a shade of burgundy...
And lo! the blood in my veins too...!

How the burgundy wind sweeps the burgundy curls of my hair...
Oh, it's ethereal!

I write my histories under a burgundy roof...
The same roof that hides me from the wrath of burgundy clouds...!

A burgundy river flows by... Painting a burgundy canvas...!

Is it not that when you are in love, you tend to see your lover everywhere...!
And in my case...

My lover is "Burgundy"...!
~Venandi

Who has laid the rule that your lover has to be a person?
You can indeed be so verily in love with a colour! ❤
Thank u for reading!

#love #colour #burgundy

Veritia Venandi Jul 2020

Broken

How often at night my soul lays awake in bed...
Reaching out to the hollow emptiness...

How my mind gets numb and the heart beats in horrible pace!

The three things broke me... Yet has kept me alive!
The ticking of the clock...
The childhood trauma...
And His return...!
~V.Venandi

#broken #heart

Jul 2020

amanda

depression

there’s a select group of humans
who’ve learned
that it’s easier to bleed
than it is to feel

for the record—
i’m actually thriving
right now

but i remember how bad
it used to be

Jul 2020

Carlo C Gomez

Remains of the Day

Exiled to dusk,
Fractions of the sun
Begin to lift away,
In concealment
We shudder,
Casting our reels
Into a pond of uncertainty,
Clock hands bend
With advancing shadow,
And speak of time
Only in past tense.

I so want everything
I ever felt for you
Preserved for posterity,
Even should forever
Be far less than
We imagined.

#love #life #relationships #time #fleeting #memories #togetherness #future